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destinystrings2013-03-20 03:40 pm
hetried) wrote in destinystrings2013-03-20 03:40 pm
[OPEN] Devil Repairmen
Who: Daichi Shijima (hetried), Kaito Watari (awww_yeeeeeaaaah), and ~you~
Where: Libra District, outside the apartment building.
Summary: A monumental task many months coming finally comes to fruition! The adventures of Daichi and Kaito trying to fix That One Truck that got smashed up by Dubhe, or, how we learned to sit back and accept that teenagers are idiots. Someone please help them, for the love of god.
Warnings: graphic car damage, probably something really stupid's gonna happen
It had been going on at least seven months since they'd been here-- and during that entire stretch of time, that smashed up, decimated delivery truck that Daichi had used to crash into Dubhe during the Invasion was basically just sitting in a random parking space in Libra. It was kind of a fixture of the environment by now-- it'd even gotten some graffiti on it after someone went on a tagging spree.
But it was finally about time for Daichi to actually do something about that! You know, considering the fact that the keys had been dumped on the table in his apartment from day one. It, probably belonged to him.
His right wrist and hand were still in the process of recovering from his bout with the robot, but that certainly wasn't going to stop him now! And besides, it was...plenty healed up enough by now. Right? Yeah totally. Regardless of that, he still needed some help, and who better could he get to help him than his best friend since birth?
The answer was there were a lot of better people he probably could've chosen than Kaito for this particular task, but that's what he went with anyway.
And so was how Daichi and Kaito were set up outside the Visitor apartments in Libra, trying to fix up the smashed up truck that had once been an alien-proof weapon. They had plenty of tools and supplies and what not gathered around them, and they looked to be straight at work; though, uh. They probably didn't have any idea what they were doing.
hetried), Kaito Watari (awww_yeeeeeaaaah), and ~you~Where: Libra District, outside the apartment building.
Summary: A monumental task many months coming finally comes to fruition! The adventures of Daichi and Kaito trying to fix That One Truck that got smashed up by Dubhe, or, how we learned to sit back and accept that teenagers are idiots. Someone please help them, for the love of god.
Warnings: graphic car damage, probably something really stupid's gonna happen
It had been going on at least seven months since they'd been here-- and during that entire stretch of time, that smashed up, decimated delivery truck that Daichi had used to crash into Dubhe during the Invasion was basically just sitting in a random parking space in Libra. It was kind of a fixture of the environment by now-- it'd even gotten some graffiti on it after someone went on a tagging spree.
But it was finally about time for Daichi to actually do something about that! You know, considering the fact that the keys had been dumped on the table in his apartment from day one. It, probably belonged to him.
His right wrist and hand were still in the process of recovering from his bout with the robot, but that certainly wasn't going to stop him now! And besides, it was...plenty healed up enough by now. Right? Yeah totally. Regardless of that, he still needed some help, and who better could he get to help him than his best friend since birth?
The answer was there were a lot of better people he probably could've chosen than Kaito for this particular task, but that's what he went with anyway.
And so was how Daichi and Kaito were set up outside the Visitor apartments in Libra, trying to fix up the smashed up truck that had once been an alien-proof weapon. They had plenty of tools and supplies and what not gathered around them, and they looked to be straight at work; though, uh. They probably didn't have any idea what they were doing.