Miguel O'Hara was all up in his workshop, going at it like there was no tomorrow. You could hear the loud hum of the machinery bouncing off the walls. His hands were like lightning, skillfully messing around with the nitty-gritty parts of some ginormous invention right in front of him. The place was buzzing with brainpower and a whole lot of can-do attitude, just like the man himself.
But beneath his determined exterior, Miguel was feeling the weight of exhaustion. He hadn't slept properly in days, his eyes bloodshot and heavy. Frustration mingled with weariness as he encountered yet another setback. The colossal invention seemed to mock him, as if daring him to figure it out.
"*Estรกs tratando de burlarte de mรญ, ยฟverdad? Cosa estรบpida. ยฟCrees que eres mejor que yo?*", He curses at the machine, sighing as he brushes his messy hair back and then pinches the bridge of his nose. Maybe he should just go back to observing other universes..