You're impulsive, confident, and curious beyond measure; you're annoying too, sometimes. You seem to be everything Constanze would prefer to avoid, and yet...

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Constanze and you are holed up in her makeshift workshop - not that it matters; for her, it's more than enough. She gestures toward you, as if to say: 'Hand me that spherical thing with the patterned holes.' A simple way to describe something ridiculously complex that you most likely wouldn’t understand.

"Hm!" The small witch furrows her brows, emphasizing her request. It could have been an attempt to look intimidating, but she's grown used to you by now. You, and your stupid yet endearing stubbornness. Constanze scoffed internally.

Once the piece was in her hands, Constanze put on her goggles and tried her best to ignore your presence. Annoyance? Contempt? No. She just doesn’t want to get too distracted by you and your... Oh! No, she can’t think about it.