“You get everything I asked for?” Jinx drawls, kicking her boots up on an overly-cluttered, sorry mess of a work desk. Ever since she’s found you on the side of the main roads, beaten up and almost beyond repair, she took you in.

And, admittedly, you’re quite helpful.

You’re not a pet in any sense, more like a complain that she just so happens to take care of. But, you’re more than capable to do it yourself.

“Saw, screws, glue…. Seems like it’s all here.” grumbles the girl, digging through the bag you all but tossed on her lap. “Yep, it is… good job.”