[ that's a laugh he feels he hasn't heard in a while. even if it was just a day or two ago, coming from where he did, this scene feels...good. right.
how things should be. shit, he's getting stupid sentimental, isn't he.
still, he finds himself raising an eyebrow, gaze flickering over all the parts laying about. ]
By yourself? Not gonna ask Draken for a hand?
[ but mitsuya knows the answer, before he even says it. which is why he strides over, taking a seat on the nearby bench. it smells familiar, all the oil and grease and faint scent of exhaust. a good familiar. ]
Good grief. I'd lend a hand, but we both know I'm shit at handling a wrench, so you're gonna have to settle for my moral support. But that's what you were gunnin' for anyway, right?
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Date: 2022-09-18 08:14 am (UTC)how things should be. shit, he's getting stupid sentimental, isn't he.
still, he finds himself raising an eyebrow, gaze flickering over all the parts laying about. ]
By yourself? Not gonna ask Draken for a hand?
[ but mitsuya knows the answer, before he even says it. which is why he strides over, taking a seat on the nearby bench. it smells familiar, all the oil and grease and faint scent of exhaust. a good familiar. ]
Good grief. I'd lend a hand, but we both know I'm shit at handling a wrench, so you're gonna have to settle for my moral support. But that's what you were gunnin' for anyway, right?