#;go ask

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Every junkyard needs a rat, and who better to be the rat around here than the King Boy King himself? In all seriousness though, he is on the hunt for something. What, nobody knows, but he'll know it when he sees it.

How many times had he heard that line before?

The holoform tilted his head back and watched the teenager wander through his gate. "Shouldn't you be in school, kiddo?"

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Junk yards were treasure troves; everybody knew that. Judas was especially fond of them, at least when they looked more local as opposed to feeding into corporate wrecker companies. He gave an appreciative whistle, "Bet you see a lot of weird stuff coming through here."

"You have no idea," the man sitting under the shade of a ratty beach umbrella drawled, peering at his visitor from under the wide brimmed hat. "Whatcha lookin' for? Catalytic converters are in short supply nowadays."

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//redo oops //

A night drive with no thoughts always calmed this mechs processor. He seems to slow down and rev up to the beat of the music. He seems to understand the music. He then hums as he sees a nice set of wheels. "~whistle~ Nice rims. Wanna stun me sometime..?"

Any other evening, he would have kept up the apperances of Keith, the man who ran the junkyard, but when another vehicle speaks... Well you talk back.

The man on the sports bike crossed his arms and leaned back where they sat at the stop light. "You're a bold one; I like that - Folks 'round here are awful quiet anymore."

"What's your name, kid?"

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I am 20 but I will slowly offer goodies and stuffs for you and your oc until my next birthday

/ oh honey, that just means I'm over 18! adult! you can play here all you want. :>