[Team three] repairs
Oops, a day late! Anyway, just a bit more of the neverending angstshipping fic
Ygo, very short, g-rated
Me?" Ryou says, looking perplexed. "But I don't know anything about motorcycles."
Malik laughs, and just gestures for Ryou to follow him out to the shed. "You don't have to know anything. Just hand me the tools while I work."
Ryou shakes his head, but he looks a little more relaxed now. "But I don't know anything about tools either," he adds.
"No worries. I'll teach you."
Malik flips the switch when they step inside, illuminating the motorcycle resting in the center of the shed. It's still pretty banged up from the wreck, with deep gouges in the paint on the sides and mud still clinging from where he hit the ground hard. He sees Ryou wince as he looks at the damage.
"Looks worse than it was," Malik says, and it's only partially a lie. He's not going to think right now about how close it was to being deadly.
Ryou just sort of nods, lost in thought as he sits down on the workbench.
Malik chooses to plop down on the dirty cement floor instead. It's always been the best angle to reach everything, even if it's messier that way. He runs his fingers over the side of the motorcycle, like a doctor assessing his patient. It's going to need a lot of work before he can get it back on the road again.
But he supposes he doesn't mind spending the extra time with Ryou.
"Okay, let's get started," Malik says, tapping his foot on the side of his toolbox so Ryou knows to grab it. "I'm gonna need a socket wrench first."
Ryou looks down at the box and then blankly at Malik.
"I have absolutely no idea what that looks like."
You're up springmaid
Ygo, very short, g-rated
Me?" Ryou says, looking perplexed. "But I don't know anything about motorcycles."
Malik laughs, and just gestures for Ryou to follow him out to the shed. "You don't have to know anything. Just hand me the tools while I work."
Ryou shakes his head, but he looks a little more relaxed now. "But I don't know anything about tools either," he adds.
"No worries. I'll teach you."
Malik flips the switch when they step inside, illuminating the motorcycle resting in the center of the shed. It's still pretty banged up from the wreck, with deep gouges in the paint on the sides and mud still clinging from where he hit the ground hard. He sees Ryou wince as he looks at the damage.
"Looks worse than it was," Malik says, and it's only partially a lie. He's not going to think right now about how close it was to being deadly.
Ryou just sort of nods, lost in thought as he sits down on the workbench.
Malik chooses to plop down on the dirty cement floor instead. It's always been the best angle to reach everything, even if it's messier that way. He runs his fingers over the side of the motorcycle, like a doctor assessing his patient. It's going to need a lot of work before he can get it back on the road again.
But he supposes he doesn't mind spending the extra time with Ryou.
"Okay, let's get started," Malik says, tapping his foot on the side of his toolbox so Ryou knows to grab it. "I'm gonna need a socket wrench first."
Ryou looks down at the box and then blankly at Malik.
"I have absolutely no idea what that looks like."
You're up springmaid