Mal's grin was so wide it threatened to split his face. He was a smug bastard when someone complimented his work, and to have a friend think this shit was as awesome as he did was pretty fucking cool.
"Yeah, what can I say? I'm an animal lover. Always thought up ideas for makin' robot animals in my comic. Now I can do it for real." It was pretty fucking amazing, in all honesty. Of course, the ideas from his comic wouldn't have worked with alchemy. Probably wouldn't work at all, actually, but they were fiction, so that didn't matter.
"Think the horse'll be the biggest challenge. You know, aside from the airship. That one's probably gonna take months just to get all the part it needs." It would take less time if he had his inheritance, but... That wasn't something he'd told Travis about, his father's death, and he didn't want to bring it up. "Gives me somethin' to work towards, though.
"Oh!" Mal glanced around, stepped to the door of the office, and peered out towards the living room. "Hey, Six! C'mere!" he called, glancing back to Travis to say, "You gotta see this."
A small... creature scurried out from under the couch and into the hall, stopping as it found itself in front of Mal. It was a completed construct - a six-inch clockwork scorpion, tail curled up so the stinger hovered over its back, a stinger that seemed to have some sort of altered welding tool in it.
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"Yeah, what can I say? I'm an animal lover. Always thought up ideas for makin' robot animals in my comic. Now I can do it for real." It was pretty fucking amazing, in all honesty. Of course, the ideas from his comic wouldn't have worked with alchemy. Probably wouldn't work at all, actually, but they were fiction, so that didn't matter.
"Think the horse'll be the biggest challenge. You know, aside from the airship. That one's probably gonna take months just to get all the part it needs." It would take less time if he had his inheritance, but... That wasn't something he'd told Travis about, his father's death, and he didn't want to bring it up. "Gives me somethin' to work towards, though.
"Oh!" Mal glanced around, stepped to the door of the office, and peered out towards the living room. "Hey, Six! C'mere!" he called, glancing back to Travis to say, "You gotta see this."
A small... creature scurried out from under the couch and into the hall, stopping as it found itself in front of Mal. It was a completed construct - a six-inch clockwork scorpion, tail curled up so the stinger hovered over its back, a stinger that seemed to have some sort of altered welding tool in it.