Leg Day [Carro]

    It wasn't every day someone scheduled an actual time and date for an appointment with the President of Earth. Though today's customer did not intentionally ring up Carro Hofferson, CEO of Crop Co himself, the shrimpy fishbone of a saiyan had taken up the job as one of Crop Co's many expert mechanics. It had been awhile since he'd worked on some good old fashioned machinery anyways, and the name Ochra sounded oddly familiar... Though he'd brushed it off for now.

    As usual, Crop Co Headquarters was a bustling with activity. Dozens of tiny drones skittered through the halls, buzzing and bleeping in binary speech as they conversed about the crazy weird 'eclipse' a few days ago, or simply about their after-work plans for the day. Other more organic workers- some saiyan, others Namekian, while Arcosians, humans, majins, and more who'd taken up work with the company did their part. At the front desk was a Doragon woman with blue scales covering her forearms, hair tied up in a messy ponytail. Even after the whole godly dragon revival wish business, Tianum was surprised at how unsurprised she was that everything was no less as lively and chaotic as before. She rested her head lazily on one hand as she scrolled through some appointment registrations and job applications on the monitor near her, hardly noticing the approach of the menacingly tall saiyan until he was right up at the desk.

    Though she briefly went wide-eyed at the initial shock of the man's seemingly sudden appearance, Tianum quickly shook it off- she had seen much stranger folks stroll up, after all. "Ah, yup, you're scheduled in just about a minute, it seems." She affirmed with a quick swipe of the holographic monitor to dismiss it. "Let's see... Carro S. Hofferson is registered to help with your prosthetic tune ups--" Tianum cut herself off, catching the name she'd uttered a few moments later as well. Carro was back to work already?! She furrowed her brow- she'd have to talk with him later to make sure he wasn't overworking himself again.

    "Yyyyup. President of Earth himself. He's a total nerd though, don't let his fancy shmancy titles fool you." Ochra seemed a little tense and blunt when he'd walked in, so Tianum felt the need to try and ease his nerves a bit.

    "Excuse you, I'm more of a geek than a nerd." Carro's head popped up from behind the desk as he sassed Tianum right back. It was easy for him to unintentionally stealth over to the scene, his short height making him hard to spot in the hustle and bustle of Crop Co. Tianum stifled a laugh and rolled her eyes with a slight smile. "Ah yes, of course, how silly of me to forget." She teased back briefly before the President seemed to refocus his attention onto Ochra as he stepped out from around the desk.

    "Anyways," Carro spoke with a quick exhale. He was dressed in his usual dapper work clothes, though his skin seemed a few shades paler, and the bags under his eyes were an unhealthily purple color... And there was the fact that he was a lot less of a cold metal robot than the last time they'd briefly crossed paths at Mount Frappe, though Carro had yet to connect those dots. "Carro H., at your service!" He'd stick his hand out for a brief handshake as a greeting. "Our workshops are just down the hall- they're, uh, thankfully a lot quieter than out here, I can assure you." Regardless of if his gesture was accepted or not, he'd gesture for the other saiyan to follow him down the hall. "So, uh, what'll it be? Just some tune-ups for your prosthetic, or are there any fixes or additions you'd like me to add, or something else?" Something else was bugging him, though... "Have we met before? You seem familiar. S-sorry, my brain's been a bit frazzled as of late." The comparably minuscule saiyan scratched the back of his head meekly.

    Carro didn't bat an eye at the other saiyan's odd last name- he'd heard and seen much stranger in his life. As the other saiyan explained the basics of his appointment details, Carro nodded along. "This shouldn't take too long then, assuming you have places to be. Anything I should know about the specifics of the model of your prosthetic and handling it as well?" Prosthetics were one of Carro's fortes in the mechanical realm alongside robotics- he'd essentially made a prosthetic everything for himself before.

    Before stepping into the workshop, Ochra responded to his brief question regarding his familiarity. The president scratched his chin. "Hm... Maybe you've met my partner, LEO? Y'know, the fifty-foot tall orange mecha cat with giant cannons on her back and is very nice to hang out with." LEO was a hard face to forget. She'd defended Earth alongside him each and every time danger appeared, from felling Kalabas and Vocado at Mount Frappe to quelling Sensoa in the cosmos over Central City. Perhaps the origin of the nagging sense of familiarity with Ochra was some of his Life Linked companion's memories were seeping into his own? He debated pinging LEO telepathically, but she seemed... busy as of late.

    Regardless, Carro was quick to push open the door to the quaint workshop nestled away in a quieter portion of the halls. It was a fairly small room, with a few shiny toolboxes neatly organized side-by-side on one end of the wall, with a bulletin board with all sorts of notes and blueprints pinned alongside nick-nacks like a few McBaos coupons and a sleek poster for the newest Saibamon games. A few chairs were propped up in the room, one beside a long desk with all sorts of tools and machines, with an old desk lamp sitting beside it all. A wide window on the other side of the room was cracked open, letting the cool fall breeze trickle inside and brush at the folded blinds, the sounds of Central City's lively hubbub distant outside. A cozy, albeit somewhat cramped workspace.

    Carro took a seat beside the desk, opening a few drawers to pull out a few basic tools. "Alrighty... Uh, would you prefer to keep your prosthetic on while I work or take it off?" Some models could be an absolute chore to re-calibrate after removal... Ochra didn't seem like the very talkative type- though his first instinct was to make some small talk while he worked, he didn't want to come across as overbearing or anything.