“Haven’t ya’ asked that already?”
Slipping his hat off, Souda ran his hand through his bright hair in frustration. Mikan didn’t know a thing about engines. He knew that. Sure, the steady hand of someone with medical expertise could be useful for a smaller project. This was the kind of thing that required good old fashioned elbow grease. …And maybe a bit of cursing and striking machinery with tools in frustration.
“…Tell you what– I have this habit of accidentally drinkin’ motor oil. My can of cola and my motor oil can feel the same in my hand. You can help by havin’ stuff ready to like– make me get sick or somethin’ ta’ get rid of the motor oil. ‘Kay? That’s the best thing ya’ could do fer’ me.”
His question made her feel a bit guilty, as if she was bothering him. It was probably true, maybe she should have just left. Her eyes moved from the male to the floor, obviously looking a bit sorry. Her left hand holding her right arm. How could she always screw up? Truly a failure of a human being.
She was prepared to leave, but was almost shocked when he actually gave her something to do. Maybe it was just so she would shut up, but it did made her feel slightly better. » ღ « “T-Thank y-you! I-I‘ll t-try not to disappoint y-you!” » ღ « Her gaze was once again in the pink haired boy, so she was useful in the end! Yet, she felt like saying something else, even if it would be a bad idea.
» ღ « “H-Hm...bb-but wouldn’t it be better if I warned or handled you the right bottle? That way you wouldn’t drink motor oil to begin with...” » ღ «
