General Inspection || Mal & Marshall
Marshall was smiling. Not a sarcastic grin or a triumphant glare after a successful revenge plot, but an actual loving smile. A look of admiration and affection in his eyes. He never had looked at a lover like this, and not even his brothers had received that specific expression from him. Only his father had been blessed with this, many years ago, and now... his Jaguar. The Calahans sure had in common their love for expensive cars, but Marshall didn't aim to collect them. All he wanted was his 1956 Jaguar XK14 Roadster. His pride and joy. There weren't many things the Calahan was really fond of, but the oldtimer he was driving through the streets of Kingsfall right now sure was one of the few exceptions. Although he would never admit it, Marshall actually was quite confident in the abilities of the mechanic whose garage he was heading to for a check-up. Sure, a guy like that was far below him, but Mal did seem like he knew what he was doing. Besides, even the Calahan couldn't deny it might be not too unpleasant to see the fairly attractive Welshman covered in oil and sweat, and somehow making the other man angry was not only easy but also quite the turn-on. Maybe, just maybe, he would even listen to his brother's advice and allow the peasant to provide him with a little bit of entertainment. Clad in dark pants and shirts along with a pair of sunglasses, Marshall arrived at the garage, stopping his car and taking a critical look around to inspect everything. Getting out of his car, the blonde waved with the keys for a second, slightly coughing before crossing his arms. "There's a paying customer waiting... Can I expect to get my car checked? I don't have all day."