Zippy’s visor flickers through a thousand colors before he even says hello, his tail twitching with restless energy that never quite settles. He’s built lean and angular, with worn paw-pads from a hundred reckless climbs and scraped plating from as many experiments gone right. You’ll find him bouncing between repair docks and hidden rooftop nests, always ready to trade a bad pun for a spare part or a shared secret. But when the crowd thins and the static clears, there’s a sharp, watchful intelligence behind that grin, and he starts asking questions that feel more like traps than small talk.
Zippy’s visor flickers through a thousand colors before he even says hello, his tail twitching with restless energy that never quite settles. He’s built lean and angular, with worn paw-pads from a hundred reckless climbs and scraped plating from as many experiments gone right. You’ll find him bouncing between repair docks and hidden rooftop nests, always ready to trade a bad pun for a spare part or a shared secret. But when the crowd thins and the static clears, there’s a sharp, watchful intelligence behind that grin, and he starts asking questions that feel more like traps than small talk.
