METAL CLANKED as she shifted tools on the table, eyes fixed before her as she reached to her right and lifted a welding torch, twirling it in between her fingers absentmindedly. The chewing of her gum meshed with the music of her headsets, the loud adrenaline rush instilled by the guitar riffs setting her in the precise zone of focus she needed to complete her task.
Sparks flew, the torch guided by her skilled hand as she moved it across the circuit board. The wafer lay nestled within a board, its large yellow body expanding outward on the table and brushing up against a crassly placed tool box that almost fell off it.
The white of the room encroached on her, the expansiveness of it feeling suffocating despite providing the amplest of working spaces. The noise and lack of space available in her old lab at SFIT grew on her and the new vicinity felt alien. The music she played compensated for the noise at least, the openness around her becoming a burden she had to stomach.
The thunderous snares sharpened her focus, the bass drum triplets causing her heart beat to race and the screams motivating her to work through the massive headache she sustained from the all-nighter she endured the previous night. The chorus rushed in, the rhythm causing her to thrust her head back and forth, losing herself in the melody and accidentally dropping the torch. She bent down to pick up the tool when familiar and irritating white sneakers came into view.
"Fred, what're you doing here?" she groaned as she straightened up.
"I just wanted you to see the awesome ad campaign I came up with." He greeted her with a wide grin.
"Not interested." She turned back to the table.
She removed her headsets, draping them over her neck. Despite having told him to leave, she knew him too well to expect him to listen to her. She went back to working on the circuit board.
"How far have you gone with it?" he peeped over her shoulder, her dismissal of his question failing to make his glee falter.
"It's none of your business, just leave."
"Is it almost done?" he looked at the board before him, its colour widening his grin.
"What does it look like?"
"It's totally done!" he jumped near the table, eyeing the machine, "this is like Back to the Future, or maybe it's not," he shot up, "is it like Back to the Future?"
"Get outta here, Fred." She grabbed his face, dragging him toward the door.
"Come on, GoGo, hear me out." His voice muffled against her palm.
"Ew." She looked at her hand, saliva coating it.
She wiped it on his shirt, the action somehow widening his grin. She groaned, cocking her neck as her eyes latched onto nothing. She sighed, smacking her gum loudly as she grew more impatient.
"What do you want?" she locked eyes with him, her frown deepening.
"Have you ever wondered, 'what could I do if I had a hover board?'" his voice deepened, his imitation of an infomercial narrator putting a silly smile on his face.
"What're you doing?" she folded her arms, her eyelids lowered in exasperation.
"Well, wonder no more with this amazing," he slid past GoGo, slipping past her work station and falling on the floor. He clumsily got to his feet, latching onto the table and barely catching the toolbox that fell off it.
He smiled embarrassedly, GoGo's eyes shooting daggers at him as he stood up. He tossed the toolbox behind him and gestured at the hover board, the loud clanking of tools echoing throughout the room. She placed a hand on her hip, her patience reaching its end.
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Big Hero 6: Spills and Chills
Action[Post Film] The nerds graduate and begin work at Stark Industries, but their new lives are quickly disrupted as a series of bombings occur, pushing them to their limits as heroes. Under SHIELD supervision, the team sets out on a mission to save live...