[ don't make his brow twitch. There are no mistletoe bots huddled in the dark cavern of their shared laboratory space. Bak had made sure of that!
... except not really no. He didn't even hear the broadcast as he'd been up half the night in the lab like usual because Fou wasn't around to kick his ass into bed. Instead, he's spent several hours polishing up his nuts and bolts and arranging them in order of size, shape and discoloration.
These things are important okay!
But, he does jump about three feet in the air when he hears a particularly loud clatter. What was it? A falling wrench? A megabot creeping through the duct work? A mouse of a size to rival even the mightiest of mighty mouses!
Or was it just Komui stumbling around looking for the last energy drink in the fridge? Either way, Bak's heart is now beating a mile and six hundred feet of fluttering muscle mass. You best take responsibility for this! Or else he may just simply cry out of sheer, damn exhaustion. ]