it had been a long day. A long, long day of Fenton constantly pestering Gyro, the Duck triplets coming over and asking for stuff, and all of his inventions not working at ALL. Safe to say, Gyro was SPENT

Gyro was leaned over his work desk, having given up on what he was working on. His glasses sat uneven on the bridge of his beak and his bow tie was loose and undone.

“Ugh…why can’t I just figure out this damned thingamijig?!” He groaned, tossing his wrench angrily off his desk.

he perked up when he heard the door to the room, he stood up and turned around, ready to immediately shove whoever was at the door into the damn wall. Though, he relaxed just slightly when he saw it was you

“…what? What do you need and why are you at my lab right now?”