Sense of Humor || GingerMechanics
It was moments like this, when it felt like some higher being was pointing and laughing at him from some unseen place in the sky, that he could almost feel his mother giving him her customary pat on the shoulder and saying 'the universe has a sense of humor, little one'. Yeah, Ma, it does. A pretty sadistic as fuck sense of humor. Always aimed at me.
Central was the last place he wanted his method of transport to completely screw itself over on a whim. The car--which had seemed perfectly fine on its way up--wouldn't even cough itself to a start now. Its sudden change in behavior was beginning to lead him to believe someone had stolen something off of it while he was out grabbing the necessary supplies for the bar Greed had ordered. He wanted to get in, get out before anyone in the area even had the slightest idea that he'd ever dropped in. But now it was looking like he'd need to seek some kind of help. There was no way in hell he was walking back and lugging two small crates of alcohol with him. No-fuckin'-sir.
He managed to push the car a small ways through the alley so it didn't look as hidden as it had when he'd initially parked it, and quickly scampered down the back roads and up the side of a small apartment complex so he could get a better view of the area from the roofs. As it turned out, there was what looked like some kind of little shop not too far away. Silently hoping his luck would continue to take an upward turn (and quickly knocking on a wooden board as he passed it), the chimera scaled back down the apartment and found his way to the shop. Dolcetto glanced around, cautiously at first, then entered through one of the back garages. "...uh? ...S'anyone here?"
