Solar notices that his wrench is missing. He never uses it, but now would be a great time for it. His flat flace plate spins around, his eyes scanning the daycare. He's trying to remember where he put his wrench. "... Where is that damn thing..." He mumbles softly, a bit annoyed. He doesn't like being unprepared.
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