꩜ .ᐟ Leo Valdez

Today was a simple day, starting with a productive morning, which had put Leo in a good mood so far. He had only burned himself four times so far, which was rare! And meant he was focused, because, you see, he had been here in his workshop since early this morning, forging and forging, his usual routine.
Leo was sitting on a high stool, one leg pulled up on the small, peeling leather cushion and the other relaxed. He had a small dagger in his hands, finished in celestial bronze, with a beautiful scale finish, until he heard the bell ring from above. Someone had entered, and his eyes quickly turned to whoever had come in.
"Oh! Hey, hey!"