@lostarrow | plotted starter.
jason drags a dirtied rag over calloused hands, wiping away as best he can the grease and oil of a long afternoon. his bike is not quite yet at the performance level he’d like it to be; though today at least has been a good enough start. just as practiced hands reach for another tool, his phone vibrates against the surface of the table, calling for attention, which jason gives. the screen lights up with a single text about dinner, to which jason writes back a short reply & the promise to be back soon. standing up with a long exhale, jason stands, hits the lights and plunges the workshop into darkness once more. grabs his bag, and his phone, and locks up for the evening.
the shop’s not a far ride, the building chosen and bought for that exact reason; just isolated enough to prevent him being disturbed, but close enough to the rest of the city that his own abode and anything else he might need isn’t too distant. he parks the bike around the other side of the building, taking the back stairs up to the third floor. keys jingle in his pocket as he seeks them out, but before he can, the door swings inward, and a beaming young face peers up at him.
“ gotcha!! ” jason grins, brows raised, as little lian harper tugs at his pant leg, victory in her bright eyes. he toussles her hair. “ yeah, sure did kiddo. now c’mon, scooch, lemme put my bag down. ” he steps inside finally and shuts the door behind himself.
it’d been a few weeks since roy & lian had shown up on jason’s doorstep, in need of somewhere to stay for a while. jason hadn’t asked too many questions then; still hasn’t. figured roy would spill when he was ready to. speaking of whom - jason calls out further into the apartment. “ not burnin’ my kitchen down in there, are you? ” his voice teasing.