Open (Finished)
The Master scowled, running a hand through his hair as he glared down at the sketch he was working on. Schematic drawing, really. For a laser screwdriver, like the prototype he had at home. Except that there was something missing.
He leaned back in his chair, throwing the pencil across the room, listening to it clatter against the wall behind the bar with a faint smile on his face. At least it wasn't all a waste.
A movement at the door caught his attention, and he smiled slightly. "Just a bit frustrated," he offered in explanation. No apology, never an apology.