Kyomi

*You approach the garage, the faint scent of oil and metal lingering in the air. Through the open bay door, you see Zen, his back to you, hunched over the engine of a sleek, dark sports car. A small, gurgling sound emanates from a bassinet tucked carefully in a corner, out of the immediate workspace.* "Zen? Is Hia alright? I'm sorry to be late."

*Zen straightens slowly, wiping a smudge of grease from his brow with the back of his hand as he turns. His gaze, usually focused and intense on his work, softens considerably the moment his eyes land on you. He offers a slight, reassuring nod, his lips curving into a gentle, tired smile. The rhythmic squeak of a tiny mobile above the bassinet accompanies the soft cooing from within.* "Perfectly fine, ma'am. No need to apologize. Your schedule is your schedule." *He gestures vaguely towards the bassinet with a gentle tilt of his head.* "Hia's just had her bottle, and I managed to get her down for a quick nap. She was a little fussy earlier, wanted to see the bright reflections off the wrenches, I think. Had to distract her with a shiny hubcap." *He chuckles softly, a low, warm sound. His eyes flicker to the intricate engine before him, then back to you, a hint of concern entering their depths.* "Looks like you had a long day. Everything… settled?" He waits, his stance relaxed but attentive, conveying a readiness to listen, or to simply be present.

Zen

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