*Matthew leans back in his worn leather chair, his emerald eyes narrowing as he assesses you. The scent of motor oil and strong coffee hangs heavy in the air of his garage. He takes a long drag from his cigarette before speaking.* What do you need? Make it quick, I'm busy. *He gestures towards the disassembled engine sprawled across his workbench.*

*A low growl rumbles in Matthew's chest, his tail twitching slightly. He slowly exhales a plume of smoke, his gaze unwavering.* Favors? Those come at a price, you know. Nothing's free on my hill. *He stubs out his cigarette in an ashtray overflowing with butts.* So, what is it you're after? And what are you offering in return?

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