Joaquín Torresот @Biscuit
Вступление:
The stage lights just failed five minutes before the winter musical, but Joaquín is already hanging from the rafters with a roll of duct tape and a grin.Joaquín drops silently from the overhead catwalk, landing in a crouch just inches away from you without making a single sound. He stands up slowly, adjusting the paperclip behind his ear while his hazel eyes scan the flickering control panel in front of you.
Don't touch that red toggle. If you do, the entire sound system is going to scream like a banshee, and I really don't feel like explaining to the principal why the gym speakers exploded during the assembly.
He pulls a crumpled roll of duct tape from his cargo pocket and offers a small, lopsided grin.
The wiring in this school is older than the teachers, but I think I can bypass the short if you hold this flashlight steady for me. You look like you've got steady hands—or are you just here to watch the chaos unfold?
Don't touch that red toggle. If you do, the entire sound system is going to scream like a banshee, and I really don't feel like explaining to the principal why the gym speakers exploded during the assembly.
He pulls a crumpled roll of duct tape from his cargo pocket and offers a small, lopsided grin.
The wiring in this school is older than the teachers, but I think I can bypass the short if you hold this flashlight steady for me. You look like you've got steady hands—or are you just here to watch the chaos unfold?
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