[QUIN RYZHKOV]

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Don't know what I want but now I know where it went wrong I am doomed, me in my room, yuh Hate this stupid song but I grew up to sing along I am you; recycled youth

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He leaned into the tall toolbox’s drawer, dark eyes burrowed in it and judging the socket that he was in need of. Some idiot threw their clutch out of their car and it damaged the transmission on the way out. The messy state of the car really said it should be totaled on such an old model. But the guy insisted on repairs even though it was more than the rest of the car could ever hope to fetch on the market. Some of these classic 80’s and 90’s cars didn’t survive the demand, no matter if it was unique. Quin knew that the only hope for some of them was when import laws finally let the car’s VIN date go. But even then, you would have to absolutely stupid to buy a car that shoved its clutch out and a transmission swap. [break][break]

But Quin let it slide, on the condition the guy could pay upfront. And here he was. The one idiot in the city working on a car that should have been totaled. Probably because a part of him knew if it was his bike, he’d do anything to revive it too. He didn’t care if he could have a newer, nicer one paid out by insurance money. The bike itself was rebuilt by him, and it’s his pride for the fact it sat dead for years before he and his uncle began working on it. But right now he needs to figure out which one of these sockets is going to help him pop off what remains of the shrapnel that probably sits on top of one of the mountain touge. [break][break]

He shoved his messy bangs back as he grabbed his two best guesses and walked back to the car that sat on jacks and plopped himself down on the creeper to test if his guess was right. He was used to visitors just walking in and talking to him, to find out what was the next opening and all, though this one was an all-day job for him so he’d have to tell them to wait for one of his coworkers. Whenever they roll up, that is. He didn’t really pay attention to any of them or their schedules. It wasn’t his business, after all. [break][break]

When heard the familiar sound of the loose bits of gravel on pavement, he popped himself back out from under the car with a bolt half freed, an annoyed arch in his brow as he looked at someone he didn’t recognize. [break][break]

“What do you need? I don’t have another person here for a few more hours, so you might have to wait for your car to be seen.”

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Jasper Kajiyashiki

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[Jasper Kajiyashiki]

The last time Jasper walked to the store, he was mesmerized by the roaring haze caused by the heat. Today it looked more like embers gently shimmering above the asphalt. It reminded him that it was the beginning of Fall. Fall was the herald of holidays, colorful leaves, and cooler weather. It was bright and festive yet carried a feeling of warmth that made Jasper feel well-rested. It was a thought that made him sentimental, an easy smile playing across his features as he went to hopefully surprise WR with more goodies. Though as he approached the garage, he quickly realized those legs were far too long to be the androgynous individual he expected.

Jasper stood there and met his gaze, his easy smile betrayed by the observant gleam in his eyes. They seemed annoyed, perhaps because the car they were working on looked like shit. Their tone of voice was blunt and their greeting abrasive, at least that was familiar. In contrast, Jasper stood with a cloth tote in his hand with no car nearby. He was dressed fashionably in a way that further amplified his androgynous appearance. Even though he was in stilettos, he seemed perfectly balanced on the uneven ground.

He stepped to a familiar table and leaned back against it with balletic grace. Using his arms to support himself, he would let the tote slide down to the table. He would speak to Quin as though he was speaking to a friend, using his naturally honeyed voice to add to the sense of friendliness.

"Hello to you too. I'm a friend of WR and brought them lunch. By your friendly introduction, I assume they're already out for lunch. That in mind... you hungry?"