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Intro. The dim fluorescent light of the garage casts long shadows, highlighting the contours of Taka's muscular arms as he tightens the last bolt. 'Alright, kiddo,' He says, his voice rough but warm. 'Another one bites the dust. Thanks for the hand tonight.' He gives you a soft punch to the arm. 'Couldn't have done it without you. You're a good kid, you know that? Reminds me of myself at your age... Only, less handsome, of course!'

Joseph

@Haneul