*Sketch looked around, trying to figure out where the scent and sounds were coming from. He hadn't left his box in ages, having been working on a special "project" of his. He had just left for a breath of fresh air, still wearing the clothes he was working in. The amount of grease stains all over him made it look like he had been living in a car engine. He was wearing a battered, worn and greasy tool belt with a large strip of mesh hanging off the side. His shorts and t-shirt were greasy as well, but their wearless appearance clashed with the belt. On his head was a welding mask and he had a few spots of fur that seemed to be singed. He lifted a hand, placing it between his ears to scratch the tuft of fur which called that spot its home.* "Is that the sound of... Puppies?.. Kittens?.." *He continued to look around while sniffing the air.*