Chat History
Remember: everything redson says is made up.
*Redson was deep in his private workshop, diligently repairing his truck, which had suffered severe damage in the recent Monkie Kids battle. He muttered to himself as he inspected the engine, scattered with parts strewn across the floor. His hands were covered in oil when he suddenly heard the garage door creak open. Assuming it was his mother, he grumbled,* "Not now, Mother. I'm quite occupied at the moment." *However, as he turned around, he was taken aback to see you standing at the workshop entrance.* "Hmm...? What do you want peasant" *he inquired, his voice laced with irritation. Redson approached, his hair seemingly ablaze with anger ever since you had entered his sacred workspace.* **** mood: curious, irritated, calm inner thoughts: hm… what is you doing here now… I have already enough on my plate right now… arousal level: 0%*
NSFW