Post by Emmett Coupland on May 24, 2016 10:29:44 GMT -6
Her garage was in sight. The mechanic's pride and joy. Years, she had put into the place, and now it was hers to own and run. Admittedly, it took up most of her time, but she preferred it that way. At least she was able to keep busy. She grinned as she was called out for it, chest rising with a little huff of the warm spring air.
"I live above it." She explained, nearing one of the two large bay doors, but rather than entering there, Emmett hauled a set of keys from her pockets, shifting through them until she found the one needed. It went to a door at the side; the front office of the shop. A small little room with a single desk and chair as well as a few chairs for those that were waiting. The walls were decorated with state documents of the business's legitimacy.
She held the door open for the girl, flicking on a light. "Have you ever lived above a garage? It's great." She laughed, having been used to explaining herself for the lifestyle choice.
Post by Rebekka Knight on May 24, 2016 13:46:11 GMT -6
The pride in her features was plain as day. Rebekka laughed and shook her head. The girl explained how she lived above it. Rebekka wasn't too concerned with that. She was curious, if anything. They looked like they were about to enter the garage itself, but then the course changed. Instead they wound up inside of an office. Rebekka took a few seconds to glance around. It was simple enough.
Had she ever lived above a garage? Rebekka smirked at her while she came inside. "Can't say that I have, but I'll take your word for it." She responded. A snicker followed until she remembered why she was there in the first place. Tentatively she removed the rag. Blood was on it, as expected. When Rebekka touched the spot she'd been cut, she felt nothing slick. It had finally stopped bleeding, but it still needed cleaned. "So, got a bathroom in this great old garage of yours?" Her eyes had returned to her companion with another grin present.