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Post by ode on Jun 19, 2012 13:00:41 GMT -5
Van stared at his cousin’s mate blankly. In fact, he knew that if he had the capacity he would be rather annoyed by the fact that the older man kept rambling on about his digi bike and the fact that the man’s mate had had an older model of the same make when he was his age. It was inconvenient and time consuming to listen to another person ramble on so pointlessly and he let the man know with a frown before interrupting his musing.
“Yeah, Falon had-”
“How long before it will be ready?” he asked, not caring at all at the way the man had to sputter to a stop. He could tell my Rick’s face that his interruption was not appreciated but he chose to ignore it and simply stood there silently awaiting the man’s answer.
Rick frowned and sighed, having been told by Falon year ago about Van’s ‘problem’. Personally, he thought the kid - well, man now at 24 - was a fucking asshole. “You can pick it up day after tomorrow."
Van nodded. “Good. I’m sure you’ll figure-”
“I wont be working on it.” Rick relished the raised brow the man gave at being interrupted also. Stomping down a smirk, he ran his hand over the bike seat of the incredibly expensive and rare bike. “I just don’t have the time. Bale will be taking care of your baby here.”
“That is NOT what I asked for, Rick,” he said lowly and with what some would consider menace. “I came to YOUR shop for YOU to fix it not hand my digi-bike over to some underling.”
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 19, 2012 16:12:28 GMT -5
Bale snorted, sitting up from under a now fully functional TransPod Gtx.
"You can sue me if I fuck up, stud. But for now, I need your keys so I can test drive it and see what's wrong with it." Bale said, pushing his brown hair back to the back of his head.
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Post by ode on Jun 19, 2012 16:26:06 GMT -5
Van grunted at the man's convenient appearance but did not stray from his original path. Giving the bearer a none-too-friendly scowl, he ignored the intruder and handed his keys to Rick. "I said I want you to fix it. So fix it." That said, he left the building without another word.
Rick's face was flushed red. He seriously wanted to tell the young fuck to take his bike elsewhere but reminded himself that this was family.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 19, 2012 17:01:07 GMT -5
Bale just slipped the keys from Rick's hands and sat on the bike. He started it, revved it to test its engines and began to drive it out of the building as past the rude patron. He'd just take it around the block a couple times to see where the issues were.
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Post by ode on Jun 19, 2012 17:22:01 GMT -5
Van scowled and turned to ensure Rick saw it before calling out, "Well, I see customers certainly don't come first here."
Rick just rolled his eyes and walked away.
Snorting, the younger man went to the sidewalk to await the transport.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 19, 2012 20:38:11 GMT -5
Bale assessed the damage before returning to the shop. "You need to take this thing in for tune ups more often. She's about to fall apart," he chided the rather cold male before guiding it to the machine that would hoist it.
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Post by ode on Jun 19, 2012 20:57:32 GMT -5
"That thing costs more than you make in a year," He snorted from his position just inside the shop still wondering where the hell the transport was. "Remember that when you put your hands on it."
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 19, 2012 21:41:44 GMT -5
"So break it into pieces. Got it." Bale whistled as he headed inside, ignoring the douchy giver. Fucker wouldn't jump at him about it though.
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Post by ode on Jun 19, 2012 22:06:45 GMT -5
Van just grunted and boarded his transport.
"Nevermind him, Bale," Rick said as he carried a few quarts of oil over to his section. "That is my mate's cousin. He's well... he's an asshole."
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 19, 2012 22:08:25 GMT -5
Bale snorted. "You don't think I've met my fair share of assholes? I know one when I see one, Rick. It don't bother me."
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Post by ode on Jun 19, 2012 22:17:00 GMT -5
Rick laughed and clapped the man on his back. "You'll do, kid."
Van made quick work of going to his apartment to grab some pans for his newest project before heading to work. Being engineer was easy enough and Van rather enjoyed the lack of social activity with other people.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 19, 2012 22:19:53 GMT -5
Bale worked on the bike, shaking his head at the damage the careless guy had done to the poor thing. It's oil tank was fucked up with the wrong kind of oil, and gunk was pumping all through the bike. A few more weeks of this and the bike would have just given up. Some people just couldn't have nice things.
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Post by ode on Jun 19, 2012 22:23:47 GMT -5
Van returned at the appointed time and eyed his bike as he waited for the piss ant mechanic to finish with some client.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 19, 2012 22:33:16 GMT -5
"Thanks doll, see you next time!" Bale grinned before heading to the back to retrieve the bike.
"You need to bring her in for regular tune ups. Earth bikes are finnicky. You also need to only put THIS oil in it. You fucked up your entire engine with the shit you've been putting in it. I had to build a new one." Bale explained.
"Repair will be $2,000 credits for the engine, $1, 350 for the tune up and oil change."
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Post by ode on Jun 19, 2012 22:58:14 GMT -5
"I will have you know, underling," he paused at that insult to let the little man take it in. "That my apartment has a maintenance man that sees to its upkeep. As for your payment, I will be the judge of its worth upon seeing how my bike runs. Now be a good boy and take that device from it," he said, motioning to some metallic thing surrounding one tire.
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