An (h)explosive visit [closed]

Rumble twisted in a couple of screws in a metal plate. He was working on an automatic cat feeder for his pet, Scraps, which was questionable to say the least because the mechanic was in his workshop nearly all the time. Nevertheless, the yordle continued to piece the parts together, concentrated on his one simple yet pointless task.

As usual, Scraps, his cat, was sitting on his mohawk, observing every action the mechanic did.

When Rumble heard the knocking, he placed down his half-completed contraption and yelled, "Come in!" Rumble preferred not to break his concentration during his work periods, even though the door was literally five steps away. He picked up the contraption again and resumed working, not really caring whether the visitor decided to enter or not.

Upon seeing Ziggs' rambunctious entrance, Rumble swallowed some saliva down the wrong tube and began to choke. He dropped his tools and bent over, wrapping his hand around his throat as he coughed and hacked. Eventually, he heaved out several wads of spit on a slightly crumpled blueprint on the floor. Rumble wiped his mouth for a moment before turning to Ziggs.

"...Sorry, I'm slightly sick," he lied.

Rumble coughed one more time and scratched his head. What's with the sudden influx of yordles barging into his workshop? He didn't even want Ziggs here! Wasn't Ziggs too busy being a sycophant to Heimerdinger or something? The mechanic scratched his head again. He didn't mind Ziggs that much, and he got along with the bomber yordle quite decently. Rumble was just irked by the fact that Ziggs worked at the Yordle Academy instead of putting his skills to better use at Bandle.

"Next time, don't barge into my workshop like that," he muttered. "What are you doing here, anyways?"

Rumble sighed at his visitor in an irked fashion. He watched several of his contraptions fall over and crash from the yordle's hyperactiveness. Oh well, he didn't really need those anyways.

Rumble picked up the fallen machines and placed them back on his worktables. He certainly hadn't been expecting Ziggs to come all the way from the academy to his workshop. The mechanic didn't mind the ecstatic yordle greatly, even if he was annoying and far too jubilant at times.

"Hmm, aren't you supposed to be at the academy or somethin', Ziggs?"

Rumble rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed puff. Of course Heimerdinger would employ more humans to do his bidding. Whatever.

The mechanic yordle picked up Scraps, who was still sitting idly on his mohawk, and set him on one of the tables. He pet his cat for a little bit and chuckled at Ziggs. "Yeah yeah, good fer him. 'Least you got some good taste, unlike that afro-hat. If you wanna make cool things, ya gotta have things blow up once in a while!"

Rumble cringed once when the bomb flew through the window, then he cringed even more when the bomb exploded. Scraps was so startled by the explosion that his hair rose and he jumped onto Rumble's face as he let out a Mrroooorooroow! sound and latched all four limbs around the mechanic's head. Sighing, Rumble quickly removed his pet and placed him on a table, then he glared at Ziggs.

"Whaddya think you're doing?! Does my workshop look like some sorta playroom to ya?!" he screamed, waving his hands wildly in the air. "When I said that ya gotta having some things blow up once in a while, I meant that they should be blowin' up sensibly. The only thing yer stunt succeeded in is givin' me more paperwork to do!" He sighed and smacked his hand on his forehead, shaking his head repeatedly. "Ai yai yai..."

Rumble's ears twitched as they caught sound of Tristana's voice. His face grew pale and his motions froze for two seconds, then he kicked into high gear and started shoving Ziggs towards the kitchen.

"Shoo! Shoo!" he whispered harshly. "She's here! What's she gonna think if she finds out that you're in my workshop too?!"

Of course, it was very questionable as to why Rumble was shoving Ziggs into the kitchen in the first place; there was no door to lock, and Ziggs would most likely stroll back into the workshop area anyways. After doing that, Rumble ran towards the door and opened it rather hastily to greet Tristana.

"Oh, hey Trist! I wasn't expecting you here!" he exclaimed, and he laughed very nervously, because he actually wasn't expecting Tristana to come over. "Oh no, that explosion was just a mishap," he laughed, and he immediately mentally berated himself for saying that, because saying that he made a mishap made him look stupid in front of Trist. "Well, it was an intentional mishap," he corrected. "Er, well, not intentional intentional, 'cause mishaps aren't really intentional, but it wasn't accidental either! Uh..."

The mechanic immediately started to blush and sweat profusely, so he immediately smacked his forehead and shook his head, which somehow is supposed to help him feel calmer. "Yeah, I was testin' something cool," he lied. "Er, what are you doing here anyways?"

Behind the nervous grin, Rumble looked like he wanted to slit himself with a knife.

Tristana shaked her head at Rumble. Either he was trying to cover up, or he was in his own explosion face first.
"I'm just collecting scrap, one of our designers asked for some. Are you SURE you are alright? You are acting like you hit your head quite hard."
Rumble's bumbling certainly did not help matters, and then she noticed the bombs.
"I didn't know you were into bombs. They look familiar somehow though. Was it one of those?"