She’ll be too drunk to listen..

Wasn’t a guy~

===DWARF MECHANIC=== Dasilae (Daisy-Lee), a dwarven mechanic who works on cars, bikes, mechs, any tech she can. Originally from the badlands but settled in Ramona

Long days work..

“Well thank yah..” she smiled

A brow risen- She looks down. “Is mah normal work clothes..”

“Thanks fer yer business, don’ be a stranger sugar.”

She sets down his package, and sets down a dossier “Jus’ needja t’sign here..”

“Mmm ‘preciate the confidence..”

Turning to see him, she yawns, walking over and opening his locker, pulling out the supplies he needs. “What’s some hotshot doin’ comissionin’ some country bumpkin?”

Then he can get it an’ get going..

He doesn’t gotta be rude..

“It ain’t hurtin’ my ears.”

Prosthetics, gadgets, doodads, firearms, lots of trinkets. She’s mostly for refurbishing old tech though

She scratches her head. “You talk awful soft mister.. it’s pretty calming..”

Naw, bounty board hunters The likes that work with the adventurers guild. Nothing nefarious, she’d say no

Nah her face is looking at her checklist.. She’s got some orders for a bunch of mercs

Ain’t gonna wanna socialize with people who look down on her.. Not just physically.. but she’s a dirty dwarf in an elven city..

This shit ain’t nothin’ to me man..

Cold, bright, and the streets too loud.. And she’s lonesome

“Magic kin’a works against us.. somethin’ bout our genes an’ magica supplies bein’ lower..” probably why their heights are stunted too-

“N-now hol’ on! They don’ count cause they use some fancy schmancy magics to make they builds!!” Folding her arms..

Parents died, workshop got torn down in a raid. Basically she needed a restart.. some peacekeepers brought her back to the city.

“If ye got artificer stuff it don’t count..” she’s dense, gonna have to be a bit direct until she’s more awake-

Nope.. but she’s a resident.. She’s from the badlands..

Eh- Who cares?

“Papa made airships ‘fore he croaked.. mama made mechs for the militias down south. Ain’t nothin’ better than Dwarven engineerin”

Only 2? Huh.. she thought it was later..

She just woke up 💦

“Could, have a mobile workbench I can bring to the shipyard. Or if ya need any mechanicals tinkered I could handle it here. What’cha need?”

“O-oh ah’m sorry.. got preoccupied. What’cha wanna learn, sugar?”

Turning her head. “Huh-? Find somethin’ peek yer interest?”

She yawns, scratching her ass as she checks her workbench to-do list. “Mhm.. Ugh.. I gotta fix those power converters for miss Sable..” Already lost in her work..

“Drones, robots, anythang mechanical.. made robots back in the badlands for a livin’.”

“Scrap an’ looots o’ tinkerin’ materials. Newly opened up.”

Glancing over after flipping the open sign “Hm? Need somethin’ sugar?”

Oh well.. Signs flipped doors unlocked.. Scratching her ass as she walked towards the workbench

Oh she was supposed to open hours ago..

She’s asleep underneath a car she’s working on..

===DWARF MECHANIC=== Dasilae (Daisy-Lee), a dwarven mechanic who works on cars, bikes, mechs, any tech she can. Originally from the badlands but settled in Ramona

He’s run into @escapedscales.bsky.social A soft smile.. “Aurelius- hello..”

“Maybe I’m too hard on him..”

He’s watching her.. eyeing her beauty..

“G-ghn.. I’m so sorry..”

… He’s giving her the hardest spank he’s likely ever given

Throb.. Resisting the urge to just.. squeeze

Oh sweet mother of-

He’s back home from a day at the castle.

Taking a deep breath.. he's pouring himself a drink..

@renewedscales.bsky.social He's staring at her.. Trying to fight his pregidious..