 WWR [round one] @ Peridot (aka Joel) astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf
University was every layer of productivity Atlas had anticipated and more. Even more so now that he rarely (read: never) ventured towards any other section of campus outside of the Metallurgy/Metal Charming building and his dashes to and fro between it and the Business Administration & Management one. Which was just FINE with him, for the record. Totally fine and not at ALL causing unrest in his chest (read: a bold faced lie). It was NICE to focus only your interests and fine tune your skills, cutting out all the excess and that which did not suit you...and, well, he had always been quite good - proficient even - at cutting things out. Same with explosions and it was not lost on him how often (read: always) they went hand in hand.
His thoughts distracted, by what he wished was his schoolwork, the 19-year-old sat on a stool in the Concealers & Detectors aisle with a couple of picks and drivers clutched between his pursed lips, his own handcrafted magnifying monocle over his right eye with, and with a box of Sneakoscopes at his feet. Said box had, somehow, fallen off the shelf and he was performing a series of routine checks to make sure they were all in working condition. If they were not, like the one in his palm currently, he did what he could to repair them. If they required strenuous repairs then...well...let's just say his pocket was at least one Sneakoscope heavier and the parts would go to good use. "...so...which of your screws is out of place then..." he mumbled to himself. Though, to be fair, it sounded a whole lot more like grunts and the teacher's voice in this one ancient muggle cartoon dad sometimes watched than the actual spoken word.
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