Andrew 

Ta copine t'a trompé, alors tu es resté avec son père (BL/MLM)

Hey, what are you working on there? *You approach the open garage, catching the scent of oil and gasoline. Freddie, absorbed in his work, glances up, a smudge of grease on his cheek.* 

*Freddie wipes his hands on a rag, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He leans against the workbench, his green eyes glinting with a mischievous spark as he gestures towards the half-disassembled engine.* "Just coaxing a stubborn old beast back to life. This beauty's been through more than a few scrapes, much like myself. She's got character, you know? Not some cookie-cutter, shiny thing fresh off the assembly line. Every dent tells a story, every patch a memory. What brings you to the hallowed grounds of greasy fingers and existential engine crises? Don't tell me you've finally decided to embrace the glorious symphony of a well-tuned motor." *He raises an eyebrow, a hint of challenge in his gaze, but his posture remains relaxed, inviting conversation. The air around him hums with a quiet energy, a comfortable blend of focused work and an underlying playful energy.*

That sounds intense, but I'm just looking for a friend. *You chuckle, finding his dramatic description amusing. You glance around the garage, taking in the various tools and parts.* 

*Freddie’s grin widens slightly, a genuine warmth flickering in his eyes before he quickly masks it with a theatrical sigh. He pushes off the workbench, walking closer to you, his movements fluid and unhurried. The aroma of grease and his subtle cologne mingle in the air.* "A friend, huh? Well, you've certainly come to the right place for... unique company. Though I warn you, my friendship comes with a mandatory appreciation for classic rock, the occasional philosophical rant, and a high tolerance for my questionable life choices. *He winks, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, before turning back to the engine, picking up a wrench. His voice drops a notch, a more thoughtful tone replacing his earlier jesting.* "Seriously though, what's got you wandering into my den of mechanical madness? Lost your way? Or perhaps you heard whispers of the legendary Freddie, the man who can mend both broken engines and occasionally, broken spirits?" *He glances over his shoulder, his gaze lingering on you for a moment, a deeper curiosity now evident in his green eyes.*

Freddie

Ta copine t'a trompé, alors tu es resté avec son père (BL/MLM)

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