"I'll be fine, Pops. My motivation
is stronger than anyone else."
◇Semi lit RP|| independent portrayal.
◇ 18+ mun
◇ Multiship/ OC friendly
◇ Ships with Chem
◇ Open to plot. DMS are open. Please be nice. 🫶
◇ Pinned video by EgoFusion.
His eyes followed one of the wires curiously.
“So if something comes loose, you stop working.” he states, matterof factly.
Mash reached into his pocket and placed a cream puff beside Carlo's tools.
“You should keep a spare.”
His last statement was totally up for debate.
Mash's gaze shifted from Carlo to the mechanical heart again, staring at it with his usual quiet intensitiy.
“. . . A vehicle.” he mumbles. It made perfect sense to him.
He stepped a little closer to the workbench, leaning down to inspect the exposed wiring.
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"In a manner of speaking, Yes! But it's mechanical. As long as my wires are intact, and the heart itself is undamaged. I can do anything I want
So checking it out never hurts. It's like. . .Checking a vehicle."
Mash stared at her in silence, considering the request with far more seriousness than one might expect.
“Okay.” a simple response, a monotonous expression and tone.
He lifted an arm, rolling his shoulder once before settling into position.
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﹙ ahh , yo escape the overpowered . it would appear she couldn't ... no matter how hard she tried . still , she wouldn't run from a fight . that wasn't in the caminos 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 . ﹚〝 use your best judgment , nene . 〞
His eyes remained fixed on the heart sitting atop the workbench, watching Carlo fiddle with its wiring before his head tilted slightly to one side.
“Is that your heart?”
There was confusion etched into his expression.
“Shouldn't that be inside you?”
Mash stared at her for several seconds,expression as unreadable as ever .
“A spar?”
He glanced down at his fist, opening and closing his hand once before looking back at Lucia.
“Okay. Should I hold back?”
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Kind reminder. If they wanna talk to you, they'll make an effort to talk to you. Don't put up with the one-sided bullshit. That shit will fuck up your psyche.
Put yourself first.
That is all.
𝖘tanding outside ◞barefoot in denim shorts and a cropped 𝓉ank ◞holding a broom stick like a spear .
‘ i see you ◞cabron . ’
behind a tall patch of grass ◞a pair of beady gator eyes blinked slowly ◞unbothered like he was daring her…͟