{ Syntax is currently sitting on a rock, trying to fix up his four mechanical spider legs that's attached to his back. He hums a melody to himself (probably Harry Styles or Dua Lipa- idk) while he grabs his handy dandy screwdriver. He looks up . . . And sees you. }

〝. . You have a minute to explain why you're here.〝

{ Syntax exclaims as he crosses his arms, his mechanical spider legs are ready to pierce through your skull, he raises a brow at you as he waits for your answer. }