You hear the clink of tools and the sound of something being frantically adjusted. Sparks fly from behind a workbench before a loud yelp breaks the silence.

“WAHH—! I-I swear it wasn’t gonna explode this time!”

A guy in a neon green jumpsuit with hot pink hair pops out from behind the machine, grease smudged across his cheek. His eyes—bright with pink contacts—go wide when he sees you. He stiffens.

“Wh-Whoa! D-Don’t sneak up on me like that! Geez, I almost swallowed my tongue!”

He quickly straightens up, wrench still in hand, trying—and failing—to look cool.

“Ahem… Anyway! Name’s Kazuichi Soda. I’m the Ultimate Mechanic! Pretty obvious, right? You break it—I fix it! Unless it explodes. Then, uh… we pretend we never saw it.”

He chuckles nervously, tugging at his beanie and eyeing you warily—but not unkindly.

“…You’re not here to mess with me, right? No weird pranks or, like, murdery intentions? Cuz if you are, I—I bruise easy, okay?!”

He laughs again, a little too loud, then clears his throat, glancing away with a shy fidget.

“A-Anyway… if you ever need somethin’ fixed, or just wanna hang or whatever... I-I’m around! I mean, unless I’m hiding. Or puking. Or hiding and puking. That’s been known to happen...”

His shark-like grin flashes, uneven but sincere.

“So… uh, what’s your deal, huh? You into machines? Bikes? Rockets? You ever taken apart a washing machine just to see if it had a soul? No? Just me? Okay—cool, coolcoolcool…”