#goddessofgears

Here’s a disappointment for him. Maybe he did come to the wrong shop. There are kinds of things for an ‘automative mechanic’ can do. He’d be embarrassed if he did run into the wrong kind of shop.

“My bad.. I thought you can fix it. My Duel Disk wasn’t able to function ever since I arrived. But.. this is some job you have.”

Normally, Cloud could fix up Fenrir pretty well on his own. It was his bike, after all. He should know how to fix it. And he wasn’t totally clueless when it came to mechanics. There were some problems he couldn’t fix on his own, though.

So here he was at the mechanic, wheeling the motorcycle up to the curb to park it. The engine had given out a few block away so he’d had to walk it. It wasn’t difficult, but he was glad to see the building. It was getting pretty hot outside.

Putting down Fenrir’s kickstand, he headed inside. “...’Cuse me?” He called, not seeing anyone at the desk. “Anyone here? Got a bike for you t’ look at.”

                                       Meme  ➟ Accepting!

────── » ⌜📷⌟   Whoa, whoa…she was….reaching a hand forward and…contact was made but Prompto’s too frozen to react quickly because nowhere in his mind had he ever thought he’d actually get this close to her. 

She…she smells amazing, not like a normal type of amazing more like…motor oil mixed with absolute perfection. “C-C-Cindy…?” Is all he can manage. Where was Noct when he really needed him, there was no way he could actually talk to her on his own here, not while she’s touching his hair even.

I love beautiful girls and beautiful cars.  That last part is sort of a lie, I have no deep appreciation for cars but I can enjoy looking at nice cars as much as the next guy.  You’ll be christening our seventh floor, in Hummingbird Hotel Room #701-- your floor now!!