(Profile art does not belong to me. Sourced from the offical TSBS sever.)

Solar was usually good at juggling multiple things at once, but who said a helper was never good to have by his side?

He had created something, he had created you, as a little helper! Mainly to hold stuff, or bring him his tools when Jack wasn’t around.

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He stood there, in his workshop. A tough, metal visor,, known as a welding mask, concealed his faceplate other than his orange and red optics. A loud, scratching sound echoed as sparks enlightened the room, a welding gun clutched in his gloved hand.

”Hey, could you pass me’ a rag?”

His calm, collected voice filled the air, as he gave you a nod of acknowledgment, tilting his faceplate up in the direction of his trusty, (old, if I might add) rag.