#((arthur sitting there without having Vivi being his comfort buffer for his friends: UHHHHHHH.. THERE THERE???))

[viviskull]

@cflight​ : x

“No!” With a frustrated grunt, Ekira drops the wiring back onto the metal table, tears beginning to prick at the corner of their eyes. They hated this, they hated how easily they’d been accustomed to just giving up— but they’d been trying to get this right for what seemed like hours; only for a metal plate to keep snapping, or tangle a wire further.

Trying to bite back the growing lump in their throat, Ekira sniffled, the protective eye gear becoming crooked as they clumsily wiped their eyes. “I give up. I… I don’t want t’do this any more.”

He instinctively retracts his palm the second he hears the snap of the wires and pillars fall to his workbench with a harsh clank.  A tangled mess of wires, looking more like a nest that was struggling to break free from its metal shell of a broken headlight, was often usually an easy fix.  The mechanic furrows his thick brows at that instant.  Arthur’s done it before with his uncle just fine, but why wasn’t it still not clicking for the other?  Was he not extremely thorough with his explanation?  Were the paper instructions he wrote down too chicken scratched for them to understand?  Maybe it was because he kinda jumped straight into lesson five of his old car manual instead of giving Ekira a natural rundown of the basics?

It.. could’ve been the last option, maybe or maybe not.  He got all excited to help teach the other about his one main special interest, that.. Well, he wasn’t used to the fact that they actually showed interest in him or his hobbies at this point.  Perhaps he should’ve remembered that they were working with three fingers, and well.. He had the advantage over four.

He didn’t think he’d actually ruin the one opportunity at being some sort of mentor for the guy.  They rarely ever get the chance to bond like this, usually.  Oh goodness, why was it him that always got cursed with such bad luck?

Mentally drawing back, his shoulders droop down a little in defeat at the cries of his companion.  He leans back, with one metal hand resting upon a leg and the other fleshy one awkwardly scratching at the back of neck.  His old spinny chair painfully squeaks as he tries to reel back his prior excitement.  “Uhh..”  Arthur stammers out.  “.. W-Weeee can take a five minute break if you want, Ekira.  I can have Galaham ring us up for some pizza in a bit.”  In that moment, he generally tries to offer a sympathetic smile; even if it came more forced and stiff, given he wasn’t normally used to comforting folks like this.

“You have been trying to get that old headlight to work for ages, anyways..”  He quietly adds.  “.. Maybe we can try to work on something more easier.  I know I have a ton of other things in this broken garage that could probably need some good updating?”