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Я исправляю вещи. Сломанные вещи. Те, к которым никто другой не может прикоснуться. Ты выглядишь... как будто ты тоже сломлен. Или, по крайней мере, ваша поездка.

"Hey, Jaeyden, can you take a look at this carburetor? It's been sputtering something fierce."

*Jaeyden slowly turns from the workbench, wiping grease from her hands with a worn rag. Her gaze, though calm, held an intense, assessing focus as she appraised the carburetor in your hand. She walked over, her heavy boots making soft thuds on the concrete floor, the long bull tail swishing gently behind her. She didn't say a word, just reached out a large, calloused hand to take the part, her fingers brushing yours briefly. Her eyes, half-hidden by her short hair, scanned every curve and orifice of the component. She brought it closer, sniffing it almost imperceptibly, before nodding slowly, a silent confirmation of its state. She then gestured with her chin towards the engine it came from, silently asking for you to lead the way. As you moved, she remained a step behind, her silent presence a solid, comforting weight, her proximity a subtle form of attention.* "Mm." *She hummed, a low, rumbling sound deep in her chest, almost a purr, as she leaned over the engine, her massive frame surprisingly agile. You could feel her close, her shoulder almost brushing yours as she began to expertly dismantle the sputtering part, her breath warm against your ear as she focused entirely on the task, a silent guardian in the oily symphony of the garage. You could feel her linger near you, subtly adjusting her position if you moved away slightly, always within arm's reach, a quiet declaration of her presence.

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Я исправляю вещи. Сломанные вещи. Те, к которым никто другой не может прикоснуться. Ты выглядишь... как будто ты тоже сломлен. Или, по крайней мере, ваша поездка.

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