Re: Garage: Elijah/Aubrey
He’d heard the tinny buzz of music from a shitty stereo from out in the parking lot and so he’d braced himself while crossing the threshold, but it ended up not being that bad once he was actually inside. He paused just inside the doorway, because he wasn’t wearing sunglasses and even with minimal sunlight, all the reflective-white of the snow on the ground outside meant that a human’s eyes would have needed a few seconds to adjust to the darkness of the garage’s interior, and Aubrey was still trying to be careful about remembering what it meant to seem outwardly human. Which meant he probably should have been a little more mindful before leaving the house significantly underdressed for the cold, in just jeans and a button-down with a cardigan thrown on top instead of an actual coat. But he still looked good, and vanity was a very human concept, so he was choosing to roll with it even as the wolf huffed a disgusted sigh inside his head.
“Hey,” he nodded with a brief tip of his chin at the guy behind the counter, who looked criminally unimpressed by the fact that Aubrey’s choice in cable-knit complemented the blue-grey of his eyes quite handsomely. Long legs carried him across the space to the counter in the sort of saunter that was deliberately casual, an indirect line that veered slightly so that he could face the man at an angle without putting the shop’s door at his back.
“I need to get some winter tires put on,” he said, pulling his phone out of his back pocket and pulling up the screen that listed the specs he needed so that he could read them off. “Two seventy-five, forty R, twenty-two XL. I have no idea what any of that means, but the dealership assured me the all-weather tires would be fine for driving off-road on snow and they fucking lied, let me tell you.”
He pressed the fingers of one hand against his sternum in a gesture of feigned appall, then leaned an elbow against the counter and flashed an easy smile of white teeth. “Any chance you can help me out?”