11/2/1934
WHO: Theo, whoever else is up to harassing him.
WHERE: At Gloomy's garage space, in town.
WHEN: Later Friday afternoon, right after classes.
WHY: Nothing that welcomes people to the group like introducing them to the mascot murderous-demonic-car.
The invitation had been open only out of politeness, a rare moment of transparency in Theo's daily going-ons based on his presumption that surely the others would find something far more entertaining than watching him leaning over the hood of a car. He'd left the directions to the garage a little vague, with the explanation that the landlord of the garage's rental space was under request to keep things private.
"…Honestly?"
The fact that anyone would approach him after classes, even moderately excited for a field trip to do mechanic's work (which of course he wouldn't let them do in the first place; it was his responsibility to keep the Packard in check and no one else's), had him simply blinking from behind his glasses in that owlish way of his. Readjusting the bag strap, he tucked his scarf in a little tighter with a barely-restrained frown.
WHERE: At Gloomy's garage space, in town.
WHEN: Later Friday afternoon, right after classes.
WHY: Nothing that welcomes people to the group like introducing them to the mascot murderous-demonic-car.
The invitation had been open only out of politeness, a rare moment of transparency in Theo's daily going-ons based on his presumption that surely the others would find something far more entertaining than watching him leaning over the hood of a car. He'd left the directions to the garage a little vague, with the explanation that the landlord of the garage's rental space was under request to keep things private.
"…Honestly?"
The fact that anyone would approach him after classes, even moderately excited for a field trip to do mechanic's work (which of course he wouldn't let them do in the first place; it was his responsibility to keep the Packard in check and no one else's), had him simply blinking from behind his glasses in that owlish way of his. Readjusting the bag strap, he tucked his scarf in a little tighter with a barely-restrained frown.