Makkik sat smiling at the main desk of Jawamart, his small legs kicking back and forth idly, hanging off from his oversizedd swivel chair. He was suspecting a customer! Someone he'd made something for before, too! [member="Cor Latch"]. He's made a cyborg bird for him awhile ago... Now he wanted to come back! Makkik wasn't sure for what- but as with anything, he was eager to build it.