[Open Thread]
Who: Larxene, Xigbar, possibly Squall; open to others
What: Xigbar brings in his bike for repairs.
Where: Rivera Repairs, China Town
When: afternoon
Warnings: Language, most probably. It is Xigbar and Larxene, after all.
Larxene sighed, glancing at the clock mounted on the garage's wall for what seemed like the fifth time. Despite the grimy film on the clock's face, she had no trouble reading it. Only a few minutes past two. That was okay. She didn't really expect the strange, eye-patched man to be on time, anyways.
She couldn't believe that things had happened so fast. First her bike, ordering new parts, ready to tune up the thing in a few days - and then she got two more motorcycles that needed fixing - within a day of each other. Of course she'd do those before she even touched her own bike - there was cash in store, after all - but she couldn't help but feel some semblance of annoyance. She wouldn't be able to ride of the rest of the week.
Strangely enough, Larxene mused, she was actually...interested to meet this Xigbar character. While he was rather annoying, she couldn't fathom how he continued to live and not get killed or accidentally kill himself. And he'd be teaching her how to use a handgun as payment for fixing up his Harley...she could barely believe what she'd gotten herself into. I'll find out soon enough, she thought, rolling her eyes. She turned her back on the garage's open doors, pulling her short hair back into a scraggly bun at the nape of her neck and tugging on her worn, grease-stained work gloves. She'd just have to wait to find out.
What: Xigbar brings in his bike for repairs.
Where: Rivera Repairs, China Town
When: afternoon
Warnings: Language, most probably. It is Xigbar and Larxene, after all.
Larxene sighed, glancing at the clock mounted on the garage's wall for what seemed like the fifth time. Despite the grimy film on the clock's face, she had no trouble reading it. Only a few minutes past two. That was okay. She didn't really expect the strange, eye-patched man to be on time, anyways.
She couldn't believe that things had happened so fast. First her bike, ordering new parts, ready to tune up the thing in a few days - and then she got two more motorcycles that needed fixing - within a day of each other. Of course she'd do those before she even touched her own bike - there was cash in store, after all - but she couldn't help but feel some semblance of annoyance. She wouldn't be able to ride of the rest of the week.
Strangely enough, Larxene mused, she was actually...interested to meet this Xigbar character. While he was rather annoying, she couldn't fathom how he continued to live and not get killed or accidentally kill himself. And he'd be teaching her how to use a handgun as payment for fixing up his Harley...she could barely believe what she'd gotten herself into. I'll find out soon enough, she thought, rolling her eyes. She turned her back on the garage's open doors, pulling her short hair back into a scraggly bun at the nape of her neck and tugging on her worn, grease-stained work gloves. She'd just have to wait to find out.