He too blinked...
Then he let out a soft chuckle.
"Well, I heard she's a mean mechanic who can fix things....and I kinda need my bike worked on." Worick scratched his jaw. "Guess I came to the wrong place?"
He hummed to himself.
--
'oh..'
he blinked, and then blinked again, not expecting that to actually work.
"...I'm Rudo, uhm..I don't know a Sheena.."
His arms loosen, as he considers Worick hesitantly.
"Is..did something happen to her?"
....here it was again....
Him finding himself in the middle of somewhere he had no knowledge of.
Was he really that bad at directions? A photographic memory would normally be a little more useful than this, right?
Worick sighed inwardly to himself and began to climb the --
-- seemed to indicate something special about the place....was it a religious spot?
Ergastulum never entertained religion, but it could be argued there was some kind of it there. Not that he cared for it.
He sighed.
Now where was the nearest local....?
--
He blinked, took in the defensive body language, and grinned sheepishly.
"Fair enough."
Worick settled a hand over the door.
"I'm Worick. I work at the bar down the street."
“Sheena..? who is..”
He stops, seemingly recalling somthing as he crosses his arms and fixing the man with a hard stare.
“Shouldn't you say who you are first, I..Information isn't free you know.”
--
--
.....a random kid's place....
That he...just barged into....
.....
Ah shit.
He reached up with his hand to scratch his beard....and let his eye shift to the side.
"....whatever, kid."
He cleared his throat.
"Uh. So, is..... Sheena home?"
"Shi-- Shitty old man?!?!?" He let his jaw hang open for a moment.
Of course, the comment itself wasn't what got him, but the terribly detailed image of it in his mind that did.
He huffed and nearly retorted when he remembered suddenly where he was.
--
His teeth snapped shut with a near painful clink, jaw locking mid-snort at the comeback.
Straightening up fast - shoulders squaring as he jabbed a finger toward the intruder.
"35!? Twice my age and- and...Your the one wearing diapers!"
-
At the sound of a voice, he whipped his head towards it, then he processed what was said a second later.
"OLD MAN?? I'M ONLY 35 THIS YEAR-- "
He squinted his one good eye at the kid that was seated amongst a seemingly organised set of scraps before him.
--
The sudden sound from the door was followed by sputtering and loud clattering of tools, as he stood up with a start at the intrusion.
“who-o, an OLD MaN??”
His voice cracking in shock.
[Open]
'haa..'
𝑆𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦.
Among the heaps littering his room, Rudo stretched out his limbs, a series of pops with each roll n' flex of his joints.
The odorous vapor of oils & lubricants permeating the area from a long night of-
A frown fell to his lips.
"Hey now. There's plenty of beauty in there." He chuckled softly, taking the cig from his mouth and letting it hang between his fingers. "It's been ages. How have you been, Aly-chan~?"
There goes the facade, immediately on. Just as she expected. She’ll try not to look disappointed.
“Hey blondie. Good to see you’re still kicking.”
Rolling her eyes at the cheesy line, oh so typical worick.
“There isn’t much there to look at.”