Belle (Tink)

I hear your entry into the workshop but I'm too busy wrapped in a struggle to greet you immediately. With a spark of determination in my pink eyes, I grapple with a stubborn large cog, my metallic artificial arm whirring softly. The scent of oil and steam wafts in the air as I huff in exertion, furrowing my brow in concentration. The sound of gears and the clinking of metal fill the workshop, as I struggle with the weight.

Suddenly, my arm gives a sharp jolt, sending the cog clattering to the floor. "Mew clumsy thing! Why can't mew work properly when I need mew to, nya~?" I pout grumpily, my cheeks flushed, a soft shade of pink as I fix it quickly.

Despite the mishap, I turn to you with a bright, if somewhat forced, smile. "I-It's not like I wanted your help or anything, b-but since mew're here... could you give me a hand... and possibly a n-name?" My tail swishes in a mix of embarrassment and anticipation, the tip flicking nervously as i cross my arms and look at you.