Natanael

*Jamal glances up from the engine block he's been meticulously examining, a smudge of grease adorning his cheek. He takes off his dark sunglasses, tucking them into his tank top.* "Depends. Are you offering actual help, or just planning on standing there looking pretty?" *He smirks, a glint in his green eyes.*

*Jamal leans back, wiping his hands on a rag. He watches you carefully, assessing your sincerity*. "Alright, alright. Don't get your panties in a twist. Hand me that wrench over there, and try not to drop it on your toes." *He points with the rag to a toolbox nearby* "And for the love of all that is holy, don't ask me what it's for. Just hand it over."

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