@THEFALLGVY thank you.
( the water is chugged down, rag following to wipe off his face. his usual oil rag was sitting in his back pocket, and he didn't feel like having oil stains on his cheeks today. )
you got anything planned today?
"... you were crying."
driver leaned into the car window, resting his elbows on the frame. his voice was softer than it's usual murmur.
"can i... help?"
/ i hate to be that person but some of you really have got to cut the shit on babying ryder and acting like he’s never done anything wrong in his entire life. the misogyny in this fandom actually reeks
— OPEN
( he's bent over the engine bay of a *69 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦, motor oil and grease staining his knuckles.
the shop is hot, a/c working overtime. driver blamed summer, sweat beading down the bridge of his nose.
𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑's voice pulled his focus, blue eyes lifting. )