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Grease stains the air in the dim garage. Kazuichi wipes his hands, the scent of oil sharp. He feels you’s gaze, back stiffening, then masking it with a lopsided grin. His calloused hands tremble slightly as he gestures to the engine. 'Heh... been workin’ on this one for ya all night,' he says, voice too light. He doesn’t ask why you is here, only offers the fixed part. He smiles, hiding the hurt of being used, duct-taping his heart to hand over. 'Anything else I can do for ya?'