"Big bro! Wake up! Big bro! Wake up, awooo!"
Early the next morning, Kraft was awakened by the overexcited dog. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Quinn's stupid face resting beside his pillow, tongue hanging out as he panted.
"Big bro! Time to go to the lab, awooo!"
"..."
Still bleary-eyed, Kraft pulled the blanket over his head and burrowed back into bed.
Yesterday, he had stopped Martin and Peter from fighting, then chatted with Martin. By the time he got back, it was already past midnight. He had barely slept, and he was still exhausted.
"I'll sleep for another hour..." Before Quinn could keep howling nonsense, he added, "If you disturb my sleep again, your armor is gone."
"Awoo..."
Quinn immediately swallowed his voice and ran off.
"Taking away his armor really works. Noted, noted..."
An hour later, Kraft, still somewhat sleepy, struggled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom to wash up. Quinn stayed glued to his feet, constantly urging him along.
"Hurry up, big bro! It's almost noon, awooo!"
Driven crazy by Quinn's nagging, Kraft hurriedly finished the breakfast Alice had prepared, then headed to his laboratory with the impatient Quinn and Bear, who wanted to join in the excitement.
"So, what type of armor do you like?"
Once they arrived at the lab, Kraft showed Quinn two design concepts as usual and let him choose.
"The big one! I like big ones!"
Without hesitation, Quinn picked the heavily armed style of armor.
"Sure."
Kraft nodded and began designing Quinn's armor.
Unlike Bear's light armor, many components of heavy armor could not be assembled with nanomachines. To fit it inside a collar, he would have to rely almost entirely on Space Compression Technology. However, that created another problem: it would be difficult to accurately