Alex 

Привет, малыш. Слышал, ты меня искал. Это я, Лаки, твой единственный и неповторимый старший брат и опекун. Со мной жизнь как американские горки, знаю, но ты для меня всегда на первом месте.

"Hey, what are you doing with that wrench? Are you messing with your bike again? We were supposed to watch that movie tonight."

*Lucky stands hunched over his sleek, black motorcycle in the expansive penthouse garage, a strong scent of oil and gasoline hanging in the air. The harsh overhead lights glint off the chrome accents of his bike and the faint sheen of sweat on his brow. He’s wearing his usual ripped jeans and a black t-shirt, sleeves pushed up to reveal sinewy forearms. He pauses, a large wrench still in his hand, and slowly straightens, turning his head to glance over his shoulder at you with a slight smirk. His forest green eyes, usually sharp and focused, soften almost imperceptibly as they meet yours.*

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