More then one way to kill a titan

Orion looked at the designs in front of him, they were rudimentary, involving rather simple aspects since he had limited knowledge of what he was working on. A sort of explosive javelin, something that could be thrown or launched into the neck or throat of a titan and hopefully the HE blast would destroy its weak spot. In theory, it was an excellent idea, in application, he didn't know enough of what he was doing to actually make one without possibly killing himself.

That's why he was headed to someone who actually had expertise in making things, a place in Stohess called Shimura Works, in which he expected to find Mitsuo Shimura. Another scout, though one he didn't really know, and hopefully one who was able to actually make the thing Orion was trying to create.

He walked towards Shimura Works holding the folded designs wrapped inside of leather to keep them somewhat protected and his other hand clenched behind his back at belt height. I really hope this goes well.

Mitsuo stood patiently behind the counter of the shop. Today had been a quiet day but he managed to keep himself busy.
Right now, the young Shimura was reading a blueprint he had laid out in front of him; editing some parts of it with a pencil.

He was whistling a cheery tune to fill the shop with some noise. Having no customers didn't really bother him. It let him get on with some of his own projects. Unfortunately his dad wasn't the same.

Mitsuo put the pencil down. Curiosity crossed his mind about what his dad did in times like these. Does his dad have secret projects. Such thoughts made him chuckle. He was not similar to his dad in that way.

Orion entered Shimura works looking around with more interest then he had anywhere else. Things related to either science or combat had always interested him the most.

His sight landed on Mitsuo doing work and he narrowed his eyes for a moment, Ah. Ok. Here we go I guess. He thought walking up.

"Greetings. My name is Orion Warthen, I was hoping you could help me with something...clearly He said as before he actually reached the desk, he stood rather straight by nature so he was at his fool height at present, one hand still behind his back, the other holding the designs.