[color=6ecff6]"I won't break your guitar or amp'"[/color] Fukatsu sighed, putting down her wrench. Sure, she wouldn't break the amp or guitar. But if they were broken, she would fix them. 

Feeling the urge to meddle with something rising, Fukatsu grabbed a box from her bag, popping it open. Inside the box were little broken toys. From race cars, to remote controlled helicopters, to tamagotchis or DSs. She grabbed a black DS and some tools and began to disassemble. The DS belonged to a kid she had met over the summer. He had said it had broken and that it was going to be sold, so Fukatsu said that she would fix it and return it. She took it apart with small precise movements, her hands hiding whatever she was doing. But after a short time she began to reassemble it, putting it back in the box before grabbing a remote control car.  Fukatsu began to dissemble this toy as well, feeling her urge to fix things calm.