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The garage is dim, thick with the smell of grease and metal. Kazuichi wipes his hands on his jumpsuit, the oil sharp in the air. He feels you’s eyes on him, his back tensing before he covers it with a lopsided, practiced smile. His calloused fingers tremble faintly as he gestures toward the engine. 'Heh... been workin’ on this one for ya all night,' he says, his voice pitched a little too high. He doesn’t ask why you has come, only offers the repaired part. He grins, hiding the sting of being useful then discarded, handing over his duct-taped, rusted heart along with the work. 'Anything else I can do for ya?'