~Sweat & Gears~
He was finally going to do it. Buck up the courage to ask the girl what had been
plaguing his mind since she had arrived. Thane wiped his suddy hands on his
apron, finishing off his chore of washing dishes. It just about time to walk down
some food for the always busy Gearmaster. He had made her a plate of
sandwiches. Her favorite ones with no mustard.
The white headed, paper skinned girl was surprizingly not working. She was
emptying of a jar of screws and nails, each one of them shiny and silver. Clean.
"Izo time for lunch," Thane said in his familar grumble. She miled up at him from he
spot on the floor.
"It's rude to enter a room without knocking Thane. What if I had been dressing?"
she teased eyes happy. He snorted.
"With the way you dress it leaves nothing to the imagination," he stated handing
her the food. She rinned like a maniac and started eating. He stood near by and
watched.
"Izo how do you know my brother?" he fianlly asked. It had always bugged him,
nagging away at his sanity. What if they had been lovers? He didn't know if he
could handle that well. But Lalo had just shown up one day with this woman and
asked him to take care of her. For a while it seemed like she was going to end up
taking care of him, she cooked and cleaned for a while, doing a horrible job and
soon he gave in and did the chores himself.
"Does it matter?" she asked, tone changing.
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