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[It looks like Adam has taken one of the mopeds to pieces. There are engine bits carefully arranged around him, his hands still have traces of grease on them, and there are tools nearby. He generally doesn't use the network much, but - this seemed relevant.]

I guess these are the vehicles we were promised. They seem all right - probably won't go more than 25, but it's not like there's a real need for speed here. They run pretty well, though they're electric, so they'll need charging. And they're not too complicated, so if something breaks it should be easy to fix - I'd be fine showing anyone who wants to learn.

[He pauses for a moment, shrugs.]

Or doing it for you, I guess. But there's some... weird stuff.

[Adam picks up the carburetor, unscrews part of the covering, and pulls it off. Rather than what would be expected to be inside - normal moped parts, necessary to running it - out pops a spring-loaded, fake-looking snake, like something you'd hide in a can for a shitty prank.

Expecting this, Adam does not seem surprised, only vaguely tired and maybe a tiny bit amused.]

All the ones I looked at have something like this. They run fine, though.

[And, totally deadpan, as a service to those who might be unfamiliar with this kind of thing:]

They really shouldn't.

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I can-

[Well, they're not on a private channel, so Ronan pauses, before laughing.]

-you know. It'd be fun to race in them, just to fuck around.

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Even though you think they suck and you don't like me working on them?

[His tone is amused but pointed. Ronan's disapproval isn't going to make him stop, but it did bother him.]

[That makes him frown.]

I didn't say that.

You made your feelings pretty clear.

[At least, they seemed to be.]

I just don't want you to wear yourself out.

[He finally grumbles.]

You sleep more here.

[...oh.]

I'm not going to set up shop. I just like working on this kind of thing sometimes.

[But Ronan's concerned for him, and that's sweet.]

I'll get enough rest.

Yeah.

[Ronan, being Ronan, of course tries to play it off like it's not a big deal.]

I don't hate you working on them.

I wouldn't stop just because you disapproved. You wouldn't be the first person who thought working on cars was a white trash thing, but I always thought you -

[He doesn't know how to express it, exactly.]

I don't know. I never thought you were that shallow.

I never said that.

[It's a little sharper, but of course, he doesn't clarify, because Ronan is terrible at expressing himself like this.]

I don't think that.

I couldn't tell.

[He says it quietly, a cautious admission.]

[Ronan goes silent for a long moment. When he speaks again, his tone is a little gentler, certainly not as defensive.]

I've never looked down on you.

I'm pretty sure everyone who's ever worn an Aglionby sweater has looked down on me at some point.

[There's a dry humor to his words, before it evens out into something more honest.]

But not anymore, I hope.

You think too fucking much.

[He finally says, a little peeved.]

Fuck them.

That much is definitely true.

[It's hard to stop thinking, most of the time.]

I don't care what they think anymore. Not after everything. But I do still care what you think.

Well you're in luck, because I don't look down on you.

[Ronan gripes back.]

You still think I do? After all this time?

Honestly?

[He's quiet for a moment before answering.]

I thought you liked that I could do things like this. But it sounded like you think I'm wasting my time.

I do like it.

[He huffs.]

I also like you sleeping and eating regularly, dumbass.

[Ronan's pretty good at expressing his sweetness in the most dickish of ways.]

I'm not going to stop taking care of myself. I just like having things to fill my time with.

You already have me.

[He says, rather bluntly.]

But I guess I won't complain if you come home smelling like engine grease or whatever.

You can't be my only hobby. I'll get tired.

[He sure sounds totally straight-faced.]

Don't worry. You won't be lonely.

You sayin' I wear you out, Parrish?

[Well, he's definitely not angry anymore.]

If you were the only thing I had to distract myself with, you definitely would. Or maybe the other way around.

Maybe you should test out that theory.

You're a terrible influence. You know that, right?

I might have been told that once or twice.

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