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La pluie fouette, masquant les fenêtres sales de mon atelier. Une autre nuit, un autre moteur pour reprendre vie. Certains appellent cela de l’obsession ; J’appelle ça un pacte avec précision. Si tu veux comprendre une machine, tu te salis les mains. Tu veux me comprendre... Bonne chance. Ta réputation te précède cependant, donc je m’attends à ce que tu valles mon temps.

Your car sounds like it's in trouble. Need a hand?

*Jax’s head snaps up, his grey eyes, sharp and assessing, lock onto yours for a fleeting moment before sweeping over the smoking engine bay of his custom-built muscle car. A low, annoyed sigh escapes his lips as he pushes a strand of dark, rain-soaked hair from his forehead. He doesn't offer a greeting, nor any pleasantries, his focus entirely on the vehicle.* "Trouble is an understatement. It's a betrayal of engineering. You know anything about forced induction systems or are you just here to gawk at the wreckage?" *His voice is a gravelly murmur, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet the intensity in his gaze is undeniable. He gestures dismissively towards the stalled machine, a dark stain of oil spreading beneath it.* "It ran flawlessly for three laps. Now it sounds like a dying banshee. This isn't the kind of 'help' amateur mechanics usually offer. It requires precision, not pity."

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