for a moment, mitsuya is back not 2 years, but more like 5- back to when shinichiro was around. he hadn't met him too much, but he'd stopped by a few times, and it was a very familiar sight. the smell of engine oil, the parts littered around, and the figure in the middle-
mitsuya just watches for a few seconds, before he exhales softly and walks closer with his hands in his pockets. ]
(it's only due to the man mitsuya thinks of that mikey can do this with ease. everything feels so familiar, like second-nature and automatic as he assembles and disassembles. he's still not completely used to mitsuya's haircut, so it startles a little once he sees it before he laughs.
oh, silly.)
Getting all of you bikes. If I fix them, they're mine - but might be a while. Come keep me company?
[ 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?
(wouldn't it be a dick move to have someone work on a gift for themselves?
he's always taken way too much more responsibility than a kid should when it came to the manji, and here, it isn't different. while he's making himself as present as possible, one might notice that mikey's both more sparse and incredibly more tired than he tends to be. job, after job, after job. he needs money - anything he can do to provide for the boys under his care will be done with no hesitation.
which, after all, is why he's here. a last turn of the wrench and he puts it side for a moment, ridiculous flexibility allowing him to overstretch before he can come to sit next to the other.)
Yep - I wouldn't ever ask you to deal with machinery like you'd never let me near your sewing supplies.
(a bit of a snort, a gentle nudge of shoulders before his head gestures to the bikes.)
mitsuya doesn't protest, though, even if he does wish he could help- this is a lot of bikes for one guy, no matter how much shinichiro he wants to be. still, putting mikey off something once his mind was set on it was like trying to move a boulder- impossible for one, and maybe for many.
not to say he wouldn't try, if he had to. but this time he'll let it slide.
he watches, slowly. watches him work, smear grease on his face, the room filled with the clinking of metal. for a minute, he's back in draken's shop, watching the other man work on his bike after the engine starting acting funny-
and then mikey sits, and the illusion is gone. ]
Yeah, sounds about right. Not unless everyone would want to see the Invincible Mikey with a dozen bandaids on his fingers.
[ the idea is a bit amusing, admittedly- but it's probably better for everyone to keep mikey away from the needles.
his gaze flickers to the bikes lined up in front of them, in various states of disarray. he's putting some actual thought into this, after all- a bike is a man's life. you have your favorite, then you never want to ride another...never will, in mikey's case. but after a few seconds, he finally settles on the one on the far right, nudging the other boy as he waves a hand. ]
It's no Impulse, but that one. Think it'll sound just as sweet?
Well, only you guys know I'm that, anyway. For now.
(ah, shinichiro. he wishes the other was here - but he wouldn't make it to hell, he is sure. he doesn't expect this to be done so soon, not when there are so many bikes, but at least this one mitsuya chooses at least does start. a little fumbling around his pockets, the key dingles when he throws it up in the air and catches it.)
Only one way to find out.
(for mikey, it feels so natural to take the other's hand into his own as he stands, fingers intertwining as he guides them through the shop. it's routine, something he does with the ones he loves deeply, and as far as he knows, it has never changed for mitsuya. he offers the keys, gesturing with his head to start it.)
[ it'll only be a while, before it rings out again in some way- either quietly, or to the heavens, no matter how far down in hell they are. that's how they tend to roll.
mitsuya almost misses the catch, busy eyeing up the bike in particular, but the slight jingle has him turning his head and snapping his hand out on instinct. it settles in his palm, a comfortably heavy and familiar weight, and he blinks in surprise before turning his gaze back up.
when mikey takes his hand, it feels nostalgic. natural. he lets their fingers wind together, a reminder of simpler times when they'd sit outside convenience stores, seeing who'd get a brain freeze from their ice cream first- or seeing who could chug milk the fastest after a trip to the bathhouse. before everything else.
...it's a bit selfish of him, but if things could stay like this, he'd almost find himself with no complaints. just like there's no complaints as he takes the key and puts it in the ignition, the familiar sound of an engine sputtering to life. it purrs, despite not being in any properly functioning order, and he puts a hand on the handle and feels the vibrations through his skin with a smile pulling at his lips. ]
Yeah. [ approving nod. ] Not a bad pick, huh? This thing might just go a long way.
(oh, intertwined fingers. it feels good, belonging, and there's a little thought that it's funny how his hand feels so right when it's holding mitsuya's. there's that nagging thought in the back of his mind, that this probably isn't how it is anymore in the future, considering everyone's poorly told lies, but it matters very little.
he knows everyone, their contracts are obvious to mikey - and should everyone's wish come true, including his own, whatever tragedy they've been through would never come to fruition. he doesn't feel like knowing right now - may he rediscover the people he's grown with and for, in their older selves.
or watch them grow. a little squeeze of mitsuya's hand, mikey's got a smile on his face.)
Not at all. It's the easiest one to fix, too. I got it.
You wish. Give it some time, and they'll do it for us.
[ perhaps to some, it'd be a bit too close- but for them? this is how it's always been, from start to finish. it's been a long time since he's felt this, the warmth of the smaller boy's hand in his own, seen the smile on his face. he's fine with this.
it makes him regret lying. he's bottling so much up now, and he can't say a damn word of it, because he doesn't want to ruin it. ruin the moment, ruin mikey's dreams, ruin his own and takemichi's efforts. but at the same time, he knows so much the younger needs to hear, and yet he's smiling like there's nothing wrong.
the squeeze makes his chest twinge, but he returns it all the same, earrings catching the light as he smirks. ]
Guess I've still got some good luck. Can't wait to rub it in Baji and Draken's faces.
(-ish. none of the things he's done so far scream of material things like the ones he's done for mitsuya. there are different ways of showing affection, after all, but that little squeeze is sure one of them. mitsuya isn't the tallest in the group, but he's also not short, so it requires mikey to get on the tips of his toes to press a kiss to the other's cheek, perhaps a bit too close to his mouth.)
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for a moment, mitsuya is back not 2 years, but more like 5- back to when shinichiro was around. he hadn't met him too much, but he'd stopped by a few times, and it was a very familiar sight. the smell of engine oil, the parts littered around, and the figure in the middle-
mitsuya just watches for a few seconds, before he exhales softly and walks closer with his hands in his pockets. ]
Keepin' yourself busy?
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oh, silly.)
Getting all of you bikes. If I fix them, they're mine - but might be a while. Come keep me company?
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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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(wouldn't it be a dick move to have someone work on a gift for themselves?
he's always taken way too much more responsibility than a kid should when it came to the manji, and here, it isn't different. while he's making himself as present as possible, one might notice that mikey's both more sparse and incredibly more tired than he tends to be. job, after job, after job. he needs money - anything he can do to provide for the boys under his care will be done with no hesitation.
which, after all, is why he's here. a last turn of the wrench and he puts it side for a moment, ridiculous flexibility allowing him to overstretch before he can come to sit next to the other.)
Yep - I wouldn't ever ask you to deal with machinery like you'd never let me near your sewing supplies.
(a bit of a snort, a gentle nudge of shoulders before his head gestures to the bikes.)
Choose one.
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mitsuya doesn't protest, though, even if he does wish he could help- this is a lot of bikes for one guy, no matter how much shinichiro he wants to be. still, putting mikey off something once his mind was set on it was like trying to move a boulder- impossible for one, and maybe for many.
not to say he wouldn't try, if he had to. but this time he'll let it slide.
he watches, slowly. watches him work, smear grease on his face, the room filled with the clinking of metal. for a minute, he's back in draken's shop, watching the other man work on his bike after the engine starting acting funny-
and then mikey sits, and the illusion is gone. ]
Yeah, sounds about right. Not unless everyone would want to see the Invincible Mikey with a dozen bandaids on his fingers.
[ the idea is a bit amusing, admittedly- but it's probably better for everyone to keep mikey away from the needles.
his gaze flickers to the bikes lined up in front of them, in various states of disarray. he's putting some actual thought into this, after all- a bike is a man's life. you have your favorite, then you never want to ride another...never will, in mikey's case. but after a few seconds, he finally settles on the one on the far right, nudging the other boy as he waves a hand. ]
It's no Impulse, but that one. Think it'll sound just as sweet?
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(ah, shinichiro. he wishes the other was here - but he wouldn't make it to hell, he is sure. he doesn't expect this to be done so soon, not when there are so many bikes, but at least this one mitsuya chooses at least does start. a little fumbling around his pockets, the key dingles when he throws it up in the air and catches it.)
Only one way to find out.
(for mikey, it feels so natural to take the other's hand into his own as he stands, fingers intertwining as he guides them through the shop. it's routine, something he does with the ones he loves deeply, and as far as he knows, it has never changed for mitsuya. he offers the keys, gesturing with his head to start it.)
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[ it'll only be a while, before it rings out again in some way- either quietly, or to the heavens, no matter how far down in hell they are. that's how they tend to roll.
mitsuya almost misses the catch, busy eyeing up the bike in particular, but the slight jingle has him turning his head and snapping his hand out on instinct. it settles in his palm, a comfortably heavy and familiar weight, and he blinks in surprise before turning his gaze back up.
when mikey takes his hand, it feels nostalgic. natural. he lets their fingers wind together, a reminder of simpler times when they'd sit outside convenience stores, seeing who'd get a brain freeze from their ice cream first- or seeing who could chug milk the fastest after a trip to the bathhouse. before everything else.
...it's a bit selfish of him, but if things could stay like this, he'd almost find himself with no complaints. just like there's no complaints as he takes the key and puts it in the ignition, the familiar sound of an engine sputtering to life. it purrs, despite not being in any properly functioning order, and he puts a hand on the handle and feels the vibrations through his skin with a smile pulling at his lips. ]
Yeah. [ approving nod. ] Not a bad pick, huh? This thing might just go a long way.
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(oh, intertwined fingers. it feels good, belonging, and there's a little thought that it's funny how his hand feels so right when it's holding mitsuya's. there's that nagging thought in the back of his mind, that this probably isn't how it is anymore in the future, considering everyone's poorly told lies, but it matters very little.
he knows everyone, their contracts are obvious to mikey - and should everyone's wish come true, including his own, whatever tragedy they've been through would never come to fruition. he doesn't feel like knowing right now - may he rediscover the people he's grown with and for, in their older selves.
or watch them grow. a little squeeze of mitsuya's hand, mikey's got a smile on his face.)
Not at all. It's the easiest one to fix, too. I got it.
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[ perhaps to some, it'd be a bit too close- but for them? this is how it's always been, from start to finish. it's been a long time since he's felt this, the warmth of the smaller boy's hand in his own, seen the smile on his face. he's fine with this.
it makes him regret lying. he's bottling so much up now, and he can't say a damn word of it, because he doesn't want to ruin it. ruin the moment, ruin mikey's dreams, ruin his own and takemichi's efforts. but at the same time, he knows so much the younger needs to hear, and yet he's smiling like there's nothing wrong.
the squeeze makes his chest twinge, but he returns it all the same, earrings catching the light as he smirks. ]
Guess I've still got some good luck. Can't wait to rub it in Baji and Draken's faces.
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(-ish. none of the things he's done so far scream of material things like the ones he's done for mitsuya. there are different ways of showing affection, after all, but that little squeeze is sure one of them. mitsuya isn't the tallest in the group, but he's also not short, so it requires mikey to get on the tips of his toes to press a kiss to the other's cheek, perhaps a bit too close to his mouth.)