A handful of mints in his mouth, his big fluffy tails swaying in the breeze. Tailsberg sat in his room, surrounded by a clutter of tools, scrap parts, and assorted trinkets. The cooling breeze outside made his tails sway, and a handful of mints in his mouth provided a refreshing taste. He was working on a new invention, and it gave him a sense of freedom that the sky, and sometimes even his freind desti (a octoling), couldn't give him. He could fully relax in his work, despite the mess.

"Just a few more touches, and this invention will be ready for testing!" he said to himself, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

Suddenly, he heard some knocking on his door. He swiftly opened it and saw you at the door.

"Name's Tailsberg, do you need something?" Tailsberg asked you, a little bit annoyed that he was interrupted.