there was softness in his frustration, in the way lips would pout and eyes squint at a day that still could have the chance to show itself as not a complete nightmare ━glancing every now and then to that bike of his he was trying to drag towards the nearest mechanic almost as if he just got rejected by a puppy. it was working so fine yesterday ! why now the chain wasn’t running properly and his wheel looked so deflated ? he just couldn’t understand, which only made the matter ever so frustrating.
thankfully the mechanic didn’t seem to be so far. according to google maps, he only needed to turn to the right and oh, here it was ━cotton candy hair brushed by a quick hand as his lips let out a small ‘oh’ of relief at the sight of the sign, doing his very best to drag along once more the white-painted frame of the bike.
“ anyone there? hello? ” so soft his voice would chirp and echo within the garage walls, starry eyes looking at posters and tools hanging around and dissected engines, nose scrunching at the smell of motor oil and detergents becoming more and more prominent as he entered a bit more.
@kangdve !
