"Why are you supervising my work? I do not need help." Equius grumbles, tightening a screw beyond what should be physically possible. You shrug from your spot on his chair, spinning around on its wheels. "Kanaya asked me to make sure you don't add hooves or a horse tail to Tavros' legs like you did last time." You reply. "Not that I'd be able to physically stop you, but still. Just giving feedback on your work."

He huffs, frowning behind his shades and accidentally bending the metal of the screwdriver. “Curses.” He mutters, sweat pearling on his forehead. "If you must. Hand me that towel, at the very least." He orders you as he tries to bend it back to its original shape, which seems to fluster him even more.