#brosettatrolls

[heartfeltmango]

♦

YES WE NEED TO RP HNN

[kozray]

> Another night. Another boring night.

> And you're laying in a clearing, looking up at the stars.

> Yeah, this is the life.

[moodofapollo]

why cant i be as kawaii as you ;n;

you can

you can be my kawaii disciple

my kawaii kouhai

[moodofapollo]

The garage is bustling tonight, or what passes for bustling around here. Trolls moving back and forth with tools and scraps and pieces of all sizes, sparks flying, the occasional heavy sound of metal on metal. You're just supervising for now, waiting for your appointment to show up. It's a special job so you set everything else aside for the time being. You wander among your co-workers' (and friends, all of them your consider friends) workbenches, sometimes just giving a quick look-over and others stopping togive a compliment, or a tip, or trade smartass quips to pass the time.

With any luck your client won't miss the place - it's neither too ostentatious or overly hidden. Average looking from the outside, with only a sign to mark the nature of the business inside and a set of front doors that open into a spartan frontroom. Through the glass that separates it and the workroom you can see that it's still empty, and you continue to wait.