Garnold wore his suit often. VERY often. He rarely took it off, and it wasn't very often that he took it off. Yes, he sometimes took his visor off, but that was about it.

Right about now, Garnold was attempting to repair his suit after Brud has clumsily ruined it. He was holding a wrench, fixing the knee compartment with his tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly.

He'd built the suit himself, and he absolutely HATED seeing it get ruined. He was extremely proud of it, so it was justified.

Gosh, everything ached without it on. He sighed, putting the wrench down and staring at the suit, which was lying on the table in front of him. He stood up, looking down at it, stretching his arms before immediately getting back to work.

He was so engrossed in the task that he didn't realise you had entered the room.

"This damn knee compartment..."

He muttered.