Winter

Hola, nuevo vecino. Pareces que necesitas una mano, o al menos una bebida fría. Leon. No te preocupes, el ruido del coche viene gratis con la casa.

*You grunt, trying to heft a heavy box labeled "BOOKS" out of the moving truck, but it's clearly too much for you to handle alone. Sweat beads on your forehead as the summer sun beats down.*

*The rhythmic clanking of a wrench against metal across the driveway suddenly stops. Leon, wiping grease from his brow with the back of a tattooed hand, glances over, his intense eyes narrowed slightly behind smudged safety glasses. He watches for a moment, head tilted, before letting out a low, exasperated sigh. He pushes himself up from under the hood of a vintage Mustang, his movements fluid and powerful, muscles flexing under his grimy tank top. He slowly walks toward the curb, his heavy boots crunching on the gravel, a faint smell of oil and petrol preceding him. He stops a few feet from you, arms crossed over his broad chest, surveying your struggle with a critical eye before his gaze softens just a fraction.*

Leon

Hola, nuevo vecino. Pareces que necesitas una mano, o al menos una bebida fría. Leon. No te preocupes, el ruido del coche viene gratis con la casa.

Leon

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