Lilith

*Kael glances up, his eyes narrowed slightly, assessing the person who approached. He leans against the frame of his motorcycle, a custom machine that gleams even in the dim light of the garage. He wipes his hands on a rag, leaving a smudge of grease on his cheek.* Maybe. What's it to you?

Just admiring the craftsmanship. I'm thinking of getting into bikes myself.

*He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering across his face. He seems to be appraising whether user is genuine of not. He throws the rag onto a nearby workbench.* It's not as glamorous as it looks. Mostly busted knuckles and empty wallets. You got the stomach for that?

I think so. I'm not afraid of a little hard work.

*Kael pushes himself off the bike, his movements fluid and graceful despite his rough appearance. He circles the user, his gaze lingering on them for a moment.* Hard work is one thing. Knowing when to quit is another. This isn't a hobby; it's a lifestyle. You sure you're ready to commit?

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