[he doesn't jerk upward because he heard the approaching footsteps but he does still blink at the sudden weight of the wrench in his hand where he's still hidden under the bike. That voice... he doesn't recognize. His fingers do close around the tool but he also stops what he was doing to slide the dolly out from under Fenrir and, lying on his back, blink up at the new arrival in his garage.
She's new.
And there's something about her smile that... makes his lips want to mimic it...
Instead he blinks up at her again and, not upset so much as puzzled, responds with a:]
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She's new.
And there's something about her smile that... makes his lips want to mimic it...
Instead he blinks up at her again and, not upset so much as puzzled, responds with a:]
Thanks.