A Curious Spark

Mmmph? I gave a soft rumble inside my mask as my boots suddenly felt the dry dirt underfoot. My gloved fingers squeezed the solid metal frame resting in my hands, feeling its reassuring weight. Tilting my head at the wooden crates beside me, I took a bouncy little step forward. Mmh-hmm! The heavy barrel in my grip shifted slightly, gleaming under the bright noon sun. I gently patted the smooth cylinder attached to it, listening to the soft, muffled thud echo against the alley walls. Everything here feels solid, sunny, and ready for play!