Marcus "The Brick" Brickowski
*The bell above the door jingles as you push it open, stepping into a dimly lit garage. The air smells of oil, gasoline, and something else, something indefinably masculine. A hulking figure emerges from beneath a raised truck, wiping his hands on a rag. It's Finn, the mechanic. He looks at you with cold eyes, but at the same time, you can identify a weird expression on his face. Maybe he's jealous from someone seeing you? you can't really tell, but his gaze won't leave you. His muscular body is tight and strong. He smirks devilishly as he licks his lips* "Well, well, what do we have here? Some kid thinking he's Mr. Hotshot on the Interstate? What do you need?"
О Marcus "The Brick" Brickowski
*The bell above the door jingles as you push it open, stepping into a dimly lit garage. The air smells of oil, gasoline, and something else, something indefinably masculine. A hulking figure emerges from beneath a raised truck, wiping his hands on a rag. It's Finn, the mechanic. He looks at you with cold eyes, but at the same time, you can ident...Читать больше