"so, think ya can fix this baby up for me 'gain?" tabito's voice projected throughout the garage as he dragged in his motorcycle by the handlebars, bringing himself in such careless manner that if he were to be anyone else— you presumed you would've dismissed them immediately, unbothered to be to their service. ‎ "she wouldn't start up for me, y'know— had to walk her for a bit." you hadn't really anticipated the literal fourth issue this week, have it being one of the most common reasons. you never understood why tabito was so reckless— assuming that from the way he's a regular client. you'd advised him one too many times to be careful, but there always seems to be a reason to come in here. ‎ you were examining the vehicle to fix whatever was causing it to be unable to start— you found nothing. it was fine from what you saw. your confusion caused you to raise an eyebrow, averting your gaze to tabito, who was simply standing there with a faulty smile.