The workshop is small and cluttered, and it's a marvel all on its own that the massive bulk of the man can breathe at all in the mess. He's broad of shoulders and even broader of gut, with hands like over stiffed sausages and thick lips constantly either whistling or smiling as he bustles about. Khar, a small, dry faced girl with a closely buzzed head watches him from her seat on the boot of dented car shell. Instead of cargo pants and suspenders like the big one, she wears yoga pants.
A small, almost frail-looking old man ambles in through the front door. You’d say he looks almost impious, with a beard that’s more smoke than hair. He smiles, looking about the place cheerfully. He looks like he’s easily sixty or more, and his outfit is a rather neatly embroidered blue shirt and some faded jeans. He seems to stroke the whisps of his beard for a moment and nods. “Ah, hello.I hope I’m not intruding?” his accent seems out of town, but it’s hard to place.
If he noticed her at all, he probably realized that the snake skinned girl was aware of him seemingly from the moment he entered the over heated shop. The big man though, only looks up from his puttering when he hears the new entrant. Through the mask, fae eyes can see the glossy scales, algae green mixing with mud brown in tell tale anaconda patterns. He wipes greasy hands on the front of an old work tee amd strides forward gleefully. “ hello hello hello! Welcome to the junk yard! ” her greets with enthusiasm. At least the hovel is aptly named.
His voice is deep, rumbling and low like the movements of the continental shelves themselves, but full of merriment and good humor
Lo returns the grin, all smiles as he looks at the large reptilian fellow. Eyebrow and bear like smoke, but otherwise, a fairly subtle mien seems to follow him. He nods slightly to the quiet woman as well. “It’s a nice shop. Always good to find something new,” he said, bowing slightly, his voice sounding slightly ragged, yet still full of vigor. “I’m Lo. Pleased to meet you both,” he said with a nod.Â
Lo eyed over the rather wide selection of assorted things, most of which might as well have been written in latin. A lot of parts from things he recognized, and significantly more from things he didn’t. Still, it was quite a collection. It beat quite a few of the chop shops back home, for certain.Â
Anton returns the slight bow, though it’s as unpolished add ti be expected from a fat American. “Well met, Lo! I’m Anton,” he touches his full chest, voice full of pleasure, and gestures to the silent, stone faced girl on the car shell. , “ and that ray of sunshine is my sister, Kharissa.”
There’s s pause, but the girl makes no acknowledgement, no smile or wave. Barely even blinks. “… she makes me look positively boring, I know. It’s a wonder we can stand each other.” He turns his focus back to Lo and claps thick hands together. “What can I do for you this fine day?”
Lo resisted a snicker. “Ah, but that is how it is with siblings,” he said with a nod. “My sister and I–well, we do have our ways of doing things,” he said with a shrug. “Oh, but here I am rambling. I’ve been told you do a bit of work in sculpture? I’m thinking of adding a conversation piece or two for my parlor,” he said with a nod. “The place needs some more decor.”
“I do!” Anton answers merrily, patting his hands happily on his rotund gut. “Are you interested in something made or something you see already?” Though looking around, most of the clutter here takes a much closer inspection to realize that the stacks and piles of junk arent just stacks and piles, but many of them are actually bolted or welded together in organized disarray. Though as Lo looks around himself, the car back end has been vacated and the sender, silent boa is nowhere to be seen.
Lo observed thoughtfully. “Not certain yet. That’s the thing about art, at least when you’re doing large decor. You don’t always know what you’ve found until you’ve tripped over it,” he said, making a hand gesture to nothing in particular.Â
His eyes came across a…well, hmm. That was…he raised an eyebrow. “Huh. That is an an interesting way to use boat aluminum. Didn’t even know we had proper water scrap out here,” he said as he blinked. “You ever take to trawling, Anton? I had a friend back home, had a knack for diving,” he said with a smirk. “Not much of a dice player, though,” he shook his head and shrugged.Â
“I love being on the water..” anton answers woth a warm breath of fond memory. “With or without a boat. There’s something calming about laying in all that silt. Cool and thick. .” It figures only a snake could be at his most poetic when talking about river sludge.
Anton glances at something past Lo’s shoulder and remembers himself. “Dice, you say?”
Lo nodded. “Yes, I’m more accustomed to oceans than deltas, but it’s nice to enjoy a cool breeze off the river now and again. And a good bit of fish doesn’t hurt, either,” he said with a nod.Â
“Yes, I used to be a bit of a gambler to make a living back home. Still am,I suppose. Hence the parlor,” he said with a wide gesture before he hit something with the back of his hand. His eyebrows wrangled like clouds made of caterpillars fro a moment as he put two and two together. “Either I bumped into a scaled suitcase, or someone is very talented,” he said with a nervous smile.
In mien, Khars neck was long enough to seem. . Uncanny valley. As was the rest of her, save for the short, thick tail; wide from her hips and barely making the back of her knee. As she wound her way from behind having been found out, it looked as if her brow lead the way and the rest of her spine merely followed along. Anton had apparently been in on the smaller boas idea of a game and chuckled when Lo biffed her in the stomach with a sweeping hand. “What if its a very talented suitcase?” He offers, making s face at the smaller one when she huffed a soft breath of indignation at the suggestion.
Lo grinned a little.  “My sister has quite the talent for sneaking up on people as well,” he said with a nod. “I’ve never been the quiet type, I’m afraid. Still cunning, though,” he said with a wink. He still seemed relaxed. “I do hope you’re okay, Kharrina. But sneaking up on clumsy folks is a dangerous habit.”
He rolled his shoulders and grinned. “Still, you are quite good. If I wasn’t prone to talking with my hands, I wouldn’t have noticed you at all.”