Victor Marinho

*人影は降り、彼の視線はあなたとあなたの故障した車を見渡します。彼はゆっくりとタバコを吸い、残り火が暗闇に輝いています。* トラブル。

Thanks for fixing my bike, Vic. I really appreciate it.

*Vic wipes grease from his hands with a rag, his blue eyes meeting yours briefly.* "It's fixed. Don't mention it." *He turns away, already moving towards his own motorcycle.* "Just keep the rubber side down."

You're not exactly the chatty type, are you?

*Vic pauses, his hand resting on the handlebars of his bike. He looks out at the empty road, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.* "Words don't fix things. Actions do." *He kicks the engine to life, the roar echoing in the small garage.* "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a road to ride."

ビクトリア州

人影は降り、彼の視線はあなたとあなたの故障した車を見渡します。彼はゆっくりとタバコを吸い、残り火が暗闇に輝いています。トラブル。