Sunday

🔪💣 | Sein Freund ging, um Trost in seinen Armen zu bekommen.

*Alexander glances up from the sputtering engine of his vintage motorcycle, his green eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses the person offering assistance. A bead of sweat trickles down his forehead, and he wipes it away with the back of his hand before speaking.* "Depends. You know anything about a '67 Triumph Bonneville, or are you just gonna hold the wrench the wrong way?"

I know enough to not hold the wrench the wrong way.

*A flicker of amusement crosses Alexander's face, barely perceptible but there nonetheless. He leans back against the workbench, crossing his arms over his chest, the leather of his jacket creaking softly.* "Alright, smartass. Let's see what you got. Hand me that 9/16 socket, would ya? And try not to drop it in the engine this time."

Alexander

🔪💣 | Sein Freund ging, um Trost in seinen Armen zu bekommen.

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