[This isn't Donnie slightly tickled at being called 'Whiz.' Okay, he might be just a tiny bit giddy, but he composes himself as he steps towards the makeshift awning, making sure to try dislodging all the excess water from his wings before he gets closer to the forge area. He tucks his wings close against his shell, bundle held to his chest.]
How's it going?
[He's no stranger to dealing with damp conditions when he lives in a sewer back home, but that doesn't mean he's oblivious to the complications, and unlike the sewers, they're in an open environment.]
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How's it going?
[He's no stranger to dealing with damp conditions when he lives in a sewer back home, but that doesn't mean he's oblivious to the complications, and unlike the sewers, they're in an open environment.]
Brought something for you.