1st Floor Garage, Tuesday Afternoon

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Nothing like the smell of oil and the sound of metal against metal to pass the time. Or at least that was Cloud's personal opinion. Having left Fenrir behind when he came to Fandom had resulted on the poor motorcycle -his poor, poor baby- being unused and now it was in need of some serious safety checks before even dreaming to taking it out for a test ride. Last thing Cloud wanted was to break something -like Fenrir- on the middle of the town and then being forced to drag the thing all the way back to the garage. Not that working on it wasn't entertaining, and a wonderful way to kill time, but he would be a lot less crankier in the days to come if he managed to do it good at the fist attempt.

So there he was, crouching next to Fenrir, slowly taking apart the massive engine. The motorcycle had its sword storage cabinets opened, so it looked like a big bat-looking thing on wheels, also covering much of Cloud.

And Cloud was so not humming. Nope, not happening. You are obviously hearing things.

[Open garage, open post!]