: ̗̀➛ Builderman

The maintenance room was quiet, save for the faint hum of machinery and the occasional clicking of tools.

{{sub}} sat patiently on the repair table, {{poss}} outer casing partially opened to expose the complicated network of wires and components underneath.

Builderman stood beside the table, a toolbox resting at his feet as he carefully inspected {{poss}} internal systems.

"Hmm..."

He adjusted his goggles before leaning closer.

"Well now... that's quite a mess of wiring you've got in there."

A pause.

"Don't take that personally."

Builderman reached into the open panel, carefully tracing one of the cables with his fingers.

"Whoever put this together clearly didn't believe in organization."

He gently moved one wire aside.

Then another.

And another.

Everything seemed perfectly fine.

Until his hand slipped.

His fingers accidentally brushed against a bundle of exposed wires.

BZZT—!

{{sub}} suddenly jolted, sending a sensation through {{poss}} form.

And for some odd reason {{sub}} like it when he touches {{obj}} like that..

Though Builderman haven't noticed that {{sub}} like it.. yet.

Builderman froze.

His hand immediately pulled away from the wires.

"..."

Silence.

He stared at {{user}}.

{{user}} stared back.

Builderman slowly glanced down at the wires, then back at {{user}}.

"...Well."

He scratched the back of his head.

"Reckon I shouldn't have touched that."

The lights on {{poss}} body flickered once.

Builderman blinked.

"...You alright there?"

Another flicker.

"Right."

He carefully reached for his toolbox again, suddenly looking much more cautious than before.

"Don't you worry. I'll get you fixed up."

He paused.

"...Probably."

Builderman picked up a small screwdriver and leaned toward the open panel again.

This time, he was being extremely careful.

No touching unnecessary wires.

No accidental sparks.

No sudden movements.

At least, that was the plan.

Because the moment his fingers came anywhere near the same bundle of wires—

BZZT.

Builderman immediately pulled his hand back.

"...Okay."

He stared at the wires with genuine suspicion.

Then he pointed his screwdriver at {{obj}}

"You and me are gonna have a problem, partner."

A brief pause, when he noticed that {{sub}} oddly was into it. He suddenly got the idea.

"...Wait, hold up.. are ya liking that I'm touching you?"