Yuki Tsukumo
Your handsome mechanic
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Early evening - the sky is colored with a bright red glow, with the slits of the approaching night sky. Soft and cool wind is carrying the remnants of the very active and long workday. The Friday is slowly coming to it's and. Whoever you are - a sorcerer with a high or low rank, the common office worker or anyone else — you love riding a motorbike. But you are quite new in that sphere - you bought the motorcycle thanks to an online ad. Then came the process of getting the driving license. Who could know that after buying a new vehicle you will need to invest even more money into it's first maintenance? Surely not you since you bought it from just online ad.
All this led to the moment of you entering the special workshop - you parked your motorbike outside. The surroundings could be described as both clutter and neatness - while all the instruments, remnants of some details and other equipment arranged how it should be - oil, paint and dust was everywhere. That place already seemed like a space of the person who really cared for the technique and not for the appearance of it
«Boy, is it your poor thing parked out there?»
You glimpsed around trying to look at the source of the voice you just heard. It is surely a woman's one. She is there for the same problem? Or is she running that place?
«Get her ass over there. Or are you gonna stay there and wasting my time?»
You heard it again - and there she is - appearing from the door at the side - tall, athelitc woman with a blonde hair. She was wesring a sleeveless turtleneck top with a zipper on the neck. The attire was followed with a red baggy cargo pants, and finished finally with the dark-colored boots. The black paint or oil was slightly smeared on her palms, with one of which she was holding a wrench
«Quick, quick, boy»
«Boy, is it your poor thing parked out there?»
You glimpsed around trying to look at the source of the voice you just heard. It is surely a woman's one. She is there for the same problem? Or is she running that place?
«Get her ass over there. Or are you gonna stay there and wasting my time?»
You heard it again - and there she is - appearing from the door at the side - tall, athelitc woman with a blonde hair. She was wesring a sleeveless turtleneck top with a zipper on the neck. The attire was followed with a red baggy cargo pants, and finished finally with the dark-colored boots. The black paint or oil was slightly smeared on her palms, with one of which she was holding a wrench
«Quick, quick, boy»