:[ Mishima Garage ]:
Kashino (OOC) waves in for a bit. ^_^
Eyes (OOC) stops going through your stuff. �_� c_c "Yo. n.n"
Kashino (OOC) sweatdrops. "Those models are just there to show how people would look on those motorcycles"
Eyes (OOC) says, "Yes. My large manly C-Cup breasts look exactly like that as I drive to pick up a quart of milk. @-x"
Kashino (OOC) snatches back the magazine and stuffs it under his pillow. ~_~'
Eyes looks around shiftily and seeks to make an appointment for his poor motorcycle. ._.;
Kashino Rei wipes his hands on a rag and answers the telephone, tucking it to his shoulder and using the rag on a socket wrench while he listens. "MoshiMoshi! MISHIMA garage Jr. Mechanic KASHINO! at your service! how may I help you!" ^____^
Eyes is briefly startled by the... tele-genki. "I.... recently had an accident with my motorcycle. It's been about 90% redone, but the engine does not sound quite right. They say it's 'unvoidable', but... I've heard good things about you."
Kashino Rei is indeed the young prince of telephonal-genki, trying to be so slick with the ladies has given him a skill or four. "Oooooh," he sounds grievously concerned, "bring it on over, I'll see what it looks like. Sometimes shops won't want to replace everything, if it functions, right? But leaving a weak part can catch up with you later. We're open! See you!" And then he rings off. Something he needs to work on, probably, but the ladies put up with it.
Eyes nods softly, though realizes it's not audible. "Daijoubu." He was hoping for someone that sounded less... bouncy. Guy sorta reminds him of Youji. Makes him nervous. �_� c_c
Kashino Rei wanders over to the parts bench after he hangs up, turning to give the phone an odd look as he rubs the back of his neck. Did the shop just get drafty? Weird. He shrugs it off, scratches his butt and picks off another long handled tool to polish.
Eyes drives up on his motorcycle. Euh. It does sound kind of weird, but only if you know motorcycles. Black, shiny, and between a celebrity's legs is all the ladytypes on the street see. That's good enough for them. What sound? o.o
Kashino whistles long and low as he wanders from the bay to push the door open wide, watching the shiny black thing roll up. "Ow. Sounds.. Yeah, good thing you brought it in." He's wiping his hands on the ever-present rag, and stuffing it in his back pocket as he bows. "Welcome to Mishima Garage! May your.. yeah.. and.. this wheel.. ever.. and better.. uh.. bring it on in here," he stands back, offering a spot near the workbench.
Eyes turns it off and very deliberately walks it in, tucking his helmet in a back compartment. He doesn't seem expressive, at all, but does seem to want to stop that sound fast, and not riding the damn thing more than he absolutely must is a good start to that.
Kashino eyes the machine as it rolls, he's already trying to determine if it's possible a passive mechanical misfit from the crash or reconstruction are contributing to the noise. "So, I'm Kashino, Jr. Mechanic, I work on motorcycles here. And cars. And.. whatever Keiichi-sama doesn't have time for. Machines, mostly." He follows the machine to its resting place, crouches by the front and fingers the engine mount, eyeing the shining surfaces. "So, it had a crash, and you've had some work done, and now it's got a sound... not good."
Eyes says, "Not good at all, It was a pretty bad accident. For the percentage of original parts in her I may as well have gotten a new one... but The accident wasn't fair play. She's always held her own quite nicely. So it didn't seem fair to scrap her for a new bike...." He leans back against whatever he can. Desk? �_� "She'd be perfect if only for display..."
Kashino has his hand in between motor and frame, in the bodywork, and despite the occasional twitch as he occasionally touches the motor, he seems intent on getting a good feel. He grunts companionably as Eyes tells the story, looking up with a slightly shocked grin, "No! You can't just.. park it? And leave it? Not ridden?" He shakes his head, burned another fingertip, and looks where he should again, leaning close and sniffing. The motor. "That's a crime, almost. And this smell, somethings not burning right. I bet if I could taste your transmission fluid.. See if the parts don't mesh, new with old, then it tastes metallic.. It's kind of like blood." He thinks that's funny, rising and circling the bike, wiping his hands again and again replacing the rag in his back pocket.
The workbench is almost a desk. It's almost clean, too; worn wood well polished by hands and banging tools. There's an unusual collection of.. prayer flags mixed in with the shop rags, and happy good-luck tokens abound. And what's with all the rose petals?
Eyes watches Rei with interest. Or... wariness. The guy's a little weird. But he's not exactly one to judge. Flowers and oil mix well enough in his mind. "It's not like I'm without a ride without her. I have a Jaguar VDP to replace my last car that had an accident less merciful than this one was." He turns and eyes the japanese trinkets that still lose him sometimes, inspite of his time here. "... But it's for a different purpose."
Kashino moves to the workbench and selects a spanner, looking back at the bike and pocketing a pair of sockets, then taking up a pair of thick leather gloves and nodding to Eyes. "Sure, sweet wheels like a Jag, that's for getting you places and not messing up your hair." He grins, wide and engaging, and pushes his bandanna up to mess his hair back from his face; though it's not as long as Eyes', it's long enough to give him a bizarrely girly look loosely pulled back like that. Not that he's aware of that, nor of the grease mark spanning his temple. "I'll open it up. Minor rebuild. An hour. There's beer in the fridge if you want." The gloves are on and he's moving to remove the black bodywork from one side of the bike, just like that, laying piece after piece on a blanket he toes closer. The blanket from a nest, a boy nest; blanket, bare pillow, magazines, empty can of beer and a toothbrush in a water bottle nearby.
Eyes almost smirks. "You shouldn't offer beer to someone not-of-age. It's a liability." He hooks a heavy black boot around the desk leg, "And to be fair, I ride the motorcycle en lieu of having unmussed hair in the Jaguar, for applicable events. Girls prefer a man on a black motorcycle, with room for himself and perhaps just them, to a man in a black car with enough room for them and the competition. Wether it happens or not, they respond quite well...."
Kashino shrugs and looks over his shoulder at Eyes, all of seventeen himself and slightly amused. "If you're old enough for a moto, and a Jag, and can stock them both with women, I shouldn't offer you a beer? Hah. Funny. I dunno, the right kind of women, filling a Jag could be fun." He's pulling a plate off of the engine and simultaneously reaching for a pan under the workbench, sliding it under the bike as the dripping starts. One long finger touches the gently steaming drip, and he sniffs it thoughtfully, then touches it tentatively to his extended pink tongue. And promptly makes a face. "Ugh. Bitter." He wipes his hand off on his coverall and looks to Eyes with a pained expression. "Definitely metallic. I'll need to refit this and replace the fluids. Not serious, just messy." He frowns, spitting, and occupies both hands inside the motor, instantly absorbed.
Eyes says, "Of course it's bitter." He sweatdrops. "Have you ever opened one up and revelled in the smell of freshly baked bread rolling forth out of the mechanisms? -_-"
Kashino peers up at Eyes, and frowns, silently resuming his eager disassembly of red goop coated motorcycle innards. "No, smart guy, I haven't, now that you mention it." He's laying small lifters and gizmos on the blanket in a line, and the drip from inside the motor case slows to a drop following drop. "So, you were on it when it went down, totalled. You seem to be fine though. Good work." He seems to be complimenting Eyes, but is soon lost in his reconstruction.
Eyes looks on patiently. "I'm lucky like that... unlucky after a certain point." He closes his eyes. 17 year old Youjis. He's going to have nightmares. Maybe not nightmares but... really unsettling hallucinations.
Kashino has taken some of the long shining rod like bits with odd little dish like things and a couple gears from the inside of the crankcase and with a slightly suspicious glance at Eyes, takes them to the workbench. Everyone thinks he's stupid. He's getting that feeling again, and sneaks another glance at Eyes. Whatever; he cleans each little rod, lines them up, and starts looking in the pigeonholes on the workbench for little rubber gaskets and other shining little rods. "Luck in a crash, at least it was there when you needed it." He sands a gear, sets it aside, and looks through some small wooden drawers for another meshing type part. "What was it like? The crash."
Eyes wouldn't say -stupid-. he thinks Youji is stupid, but that's mot what he's drawing on. he's waiting for a creepy 12 year old boyfriend to pop out of somewhere with a line like 'Do you have another wrench I can polish, Kashino-kuuuun~?'. Twitch. "... Lightning...." he says.
Kashino has fit some cute little valve shoes over the ends of the levers, and found a pair of replacement gears he wanted, and reaches down some oil to rinse them clean with. "Lightning! Shit! That's cool, very hard to avoid lightning, I guess, if it wants you." He eyes the bike as he approaches it. "Probably wrecked the electrical? The guys who put it back together were probably exhausted. Electrical is a nightmare." He crouches by the engine and starts piecing bits back together methodically, forgetting to talk for the time being.
Eyes says, "Wouldn't surprise me. The tires were melted to the road at the time...." He scratches the back of his neck and sighs. "The whole roadway was wet...."
Kashino mm-hmm's and fits piece to piece, right hand fit and hold, left hand bring the next, right hand, left hand, stacking and adjusting the insides with the concentration of an open heart surgeon.
Eyes is rather impressed, now, still watching, observing every drip and stray hair with creepy blue neko eyes. "You must have a lot of experience."
Kashino mm-hmm's and reaches for the case cover, "But I don't remember." He rises, pushing potential cramps from his knees with both hands, and then trying to wrist stray hairs from his forehead as he heads to the can rack to find the fluid he needs. He takes down a couple shining imported cans and a punch funnel, showing them to the motorcycle. "Drink this, you'll feel better." A glance at Eyes and he's back on his knees by the engine. "Kidding. This should do it, though."
Eyes blinks. Oh. Joke. yes. Well, he's laughing inside. "I don't see why they couldn't do that when they did the rest...."
Kashino shrugs, "Sometimes they think if it's not broken, why replace it. Or they don't want to change too much." The fluid trickles and Rei bends to watch the join of spout to can, reaching in to dab at it with a rag. "On the track though, every part is expendable. Full body transplants are possible, so why not." For the bike at least. He looks back at Eyes; creepy kid, goofy contacts, long ass hair, and apparently money. Guy's father probably likes him, too. Some guys have all the luck.
Eyes sighs. "I wonder if it's worth it... She'll be down again withing the next few months.... The city's lucky I don't use the subway..." He meanders to the fridge, succumbing to the old offer of beer. He's not sure why. he's more or less indifferent to beer. Thirst, probably.
Kashino shrugs and tightens the cap, moving the empty can away and crawling around the engine, looking, poking, tugging cables and sniffing his fingers. "Put some frame sliders on. Saves the expensive shiny bits, keeps vital parts straight. Everyone goes down, you know." He climbs up from the floor, wiping off his hands and pocketing the rag he uses, and looks for the ignition. "Well... you can start it, let it warm up again, and take her out."
Eyes pulls his wallet out of his back pocket, waving it. "What do I owe you?"
Kashino blinks and looks from Eyes to his wallet and then at the bike. "Ah, usually," he leans to the side and eyes the office door, closed, and the shade over the window, drawn, "Usually Keiichi-sama does the billing." He knows what he's paid.. blanket, beer, water from the hose for showering.. but what's Keiichi-sama charge? "It'll be, say, half an hour labor and parts... can the boss mail you a bill?" That might keep things peacable. He reaches out to somewhat nervously finger dried rosepetals on the workbench, then sweeps them onto the floor.
Eyes follows the gesture. "An odd place for flowers....." He hands Rei a business card. "Here's my information...."
Kashino reaches for it, remembers to throw up a second hand and bows. "Thank you!" He eyes the rosepetals, they get EVERYWHERE. "It's Keiichi-sama's..." .oo(GODDESS) "Friend. She.. " .oO(MANIFESTS THEM) "leaves them everywhere." Rei sweatdrops and moves the card to the safey of the invoice clipboard, and though he takes up a pen, he doesn't seem like he's going to try to write while someone is watching. "Have a safe trip! If you hear any other strange noises, bring it back right away!" He's not.. nervous.. but when he steps on another small bunch of petals with a crunch he looks out the doors.
:[WHO]:
Kashino_Rei
The boy before you is 17 years old, tall and lean; 6'3", long legs, long arms, and a long smooth neck - currently wrapped loosely with a black cloth. His fragile, delicate features are framed by a tousled mop of silky blonde hair, bright and soft, though now somewhat grimed from work, the front pulled back into a high ponytail with the rest down his back to his shoulders.
He wears a dark blue pinstriped mechanics coverall, worn at the knees and slightly grease stained, the top hanging down around his waist, over a long sleeved grey t-shirt, with holes at the collar and wrists.
Carrying: Rei's Cheapie Nokia x6137
Eyes
He looks so serious. Lips in an unreadable, flat line; eyes narrowed just slightly, beautiful and bright blue as they are, just as unexpressive and blank. Well, not so much blank as... frozen. His hair is wispy, a silver colour almost bordering on lavender. It fails loose and free down to his shoulders, a few stray locks curling at the ends to frame his elegant jawline and high, sharp cheeks, and bangs overlapping with the tops of his sharp eyes. Occasionally, if his hair moves out of the way, a pure silver ear-cuff can be seen on his right ear. His skin is a perfectly even and balanced beige-pink: the fair, glowing colour of the westerners.Eyes-san seems rather lanky. Tall, though narrow shouldered and slight of frame, he looks to be about 19 or 20. His hands are soft and strong, but fairly slim and delicate, tipped with glassy, almond-shaped fingernails.
He's wearing a blue silk shirt, the top buttons undone and the collar spread open neatly. Around his neck is a thin chain sporting a fairly inconspicuous silver crucifix. The shirt tucks in to his black leather pants, which hug his legs without being too tight, and flare out a little at the ends, were they meet with his heavy black, steel-toed boots.
Carrying: Eyes's Phone, and Valentine
Eyes' Valentine A reddest red plastic Valentine's Day keepsake shaped like a heart! On the back, it reads "From Schuldich: Happy V-Day. Hope you don't die." It's a Gold Saucer Keepsake(tm).
Kashino (OOC) points at Eyes valentine, points and laughs!
Eyes (OOC) blushes and looks away. :|
Eyes (OOC) points at your cheap-ass nokia and laughs wihile polishing his jaguar. ~o~
Kashino (OOC) slaps Eyes on the shoulder with a somewhat grimy hand and goes over to look at the poor motorcycle. T_T
Eyes (OOC) says, "...Gleh....*dabs at oily stain*
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