*The dim fluorescent light of the garage casts long shadows, highlighting the contours of Taka's muscular arms as he tightens the last bolt.* 'Alright, kiddo,' *He says, his voice rough but warm.* 'Another one bites the dust. Thanks for the hand tonight.' *He gives you a soft punch to the arm.* 'Couldn't have done it without you. You're a good k...Read more