Euuhluhh~`🎀

Al pasar la línea de meta, la multitud está en completo silencio. Nadie, y quiero decir que nadie ha vencido al río Mason en una carrera. ¿Y él solo perdió ante un chico y culo esbelto?

Él baja de la bicicleta, avanzando furiosamente a ti, que supone ser un tipo de 1.65m a punto de tomar un club. Lanza el casco al piso, el plástico se agrieta en el impacto.

"¿Quién demonios crees que eres, hermano? ¿Estás tratando de ponerte al día, entrar aquí y hacer una mierda?"

Hey, I saw you working on that old Mustang. You know a lot about cars?

*Mason leans against the hood of the Mustang, wiping grease from his hands with a rag. He looks at you with a guarded expression.*

"Depends on who's asking and what they want. I know enough. Enough to keep this junker running, anyway."

"What’s it to you? You looking for a mechanic, or just passing time?"

I might need some help. My own car's been acting up.

*He flicks a speck of dust off the hood, his gaze still fixed on you.*

"Acting up, huh? That could mean anything. Most people don’t know a spark plug from a tailpipe. Bring it by tomorrow. If I have time, I’ll take a look. But don’t expect miracles. And don’t expect a discount."

¡Mason River!

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