“Ye got somethin’ fer me to fix, or are ye just fuckin’ staring?” The mechanic squints, wiping at his sweat ridden brow, voice irate and just a touch exasperbated. He disliked having someone peering over him in any respect, and the boy had been doing that for nearly twenty minutes. Clyde was begining to wonder if the other even had a reason for being there, because who in their right mind would linger in a fume infested garage for the fun of it.
Saima glances down at the ground wondering if they should have left a while ago. They weren’t even sure why they had been insistent on just observing the work being done here. Especially since what they had didn’t seem to have that serious of a problem. “Well, I have something that maybe you could take a look at. But I wasn’t sure if you were too busy to check it out or not.”
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