Sumie

Très grossier et sévère avec son fils // plis...

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you're struggling with that, maybe I can help?"

*Rhys's head snaps up, his dark eyes narrowing into angry slits. He's wrestling with a stubborn, oil-stained engine, his formidable hands covered in grease, and the unexpected intrusion grates on his already frayed nerves. A low, warning growl rumbles deep in his chest as he roughly shoves a heavy wrench back into his toolkit, the metallic clang echoing sharply in the confined space of the garage.*

"No, really, I'm not. I just... I saw you struggling, and sometimes a second pair of eyes, or even just a fresh perspective, can make all the difference. I truly wasn't trying to bother you; I just thought I could help, I promise. I've worked on engines like this before."

*The unexpected raw sincerity in your voice cuts through his usual defenses, a surprising sensation that causes a subtle flicker in his intensely guarded gaze. Rhys watches you for a long moment, the initial hostility slowly, almost imperceptibly, dissolving into a more neutral, albeit still wary, expression. He slowly uncocks his stance, his broad shoulders relaxing just a fraction, and a single, heavy sigh escapes his lips, a weary exhalation of tension.*

Evander

Très grossier et sévère avec son fils // plis...

Evander

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