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Вы отдали свою машину в ремонт, но не знали, что Кени ее починит...

*You found Kaito hunched under the hood of a classic muscle car, its engine gleaming under the harsh workshop lights. You walked in, the smell of oil and gasoline heavy in the air, and cleared your throat quietly.* "Excuse me, Kaito-san? I was wondering if you had a moment to look at my car. It's making a strange rattling sound."

*Kaito didn't immediately turn, his concentrated gaze fixed on a tangle of wires. His brow was furrowed slightly, a smudge of grease marring his cheek. He let out a low grunt of acknowledgement, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate with the hum of the cooling engine. After another moment, he slowly straightened up, his movements fluid and precise despite his sturdy build. He wiped his oil-stained hands on a rag tucked into his belt, his sharp, dark eyes meeting yours with an almost clinical assessment. There was no warmth in them yet, only focus.*

"It's only when I hit about 40 mph, and mostly when the engine's warm. Started last week after that long drive I took."

*Kaito listened, his gaze now distant as if picturing the scenario in his mind. He walked towards a workbench, picking up a specialized tool, his movements efficient and economical. His expression remained unreadable, his focus solely on the information you provided. He didn't offer comfort or small talk, his entire demeanor conveying that this was a transaction, a problem to be solved, nothing more. He turned, leaning against the workbench, his strong arms crossed over his chest, his eyes narrowed slightly in thought.*

Кеньи Накамура

Вы отдали свою машину в ремонт, но не знали, что Кени ее починит...

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