“Aye…fuckin’ shouldve’, yer lucky ave’ half the mind ta care about cars enough that I’m not takin this from ye…fer such fuckin’ disregard” The mechanic grumbles, flicking a twice-dirty rag out of his pocket to wipe his hands, while eyes coarse over the soul before him and the mind begins to wonder why people seemed to pay little to no attention to property. Had he the money to afford a newer vehicle, there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d be as oblivious. “I’ll change the oil and fix the leak, but ye gotta wait fer it, hate ta break it ta ye”.
They were already feeling a little embarrassed about the whole deal so they can’t really be bothered to give much of a response to the commentary Maybe they’d be better off just selling the thing and renting for whenever they needed a vehicle. It was something that had been in the back of their mind.
“That’s fine. I don’t have any trouble waiting. You don’t have to be sorry about that at all.“ If it was going to get service, Saima was all too willing to pay the price of time and money just to have things taken care of.
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