[ Amos had been working on the end corridor console, one that was still giving off some signs of life and some sparks from time to time - a hazard, really, even if not the worst kind around the station.
That is, until he hears the commotion, and comes up from under the console, spinning a wrench between his fingertips as he finds the guy.
Amos's own jumpsuit is still in the same fashion - rolled down to the hips, the arms tied around his waist. The shirt is spotting some oil stains from disemboweling machines all day, and it's a touch too tight around the arms. ]
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That is, until he hears the commotion, and comes up from under the console, spinning a wrench between his fingertips as he finds the guy.
Amos's own jumpsuit is still in the same fashion - rolled down to the hips, the arms tied around his waist. The shirt is spotting some oil stains from disemboweling machines all day, and it's a touch too tight around the arms. ]
Trying to create a new trend?