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☁ (onewolf) wrote in silverage,

"...depends on what you're looking for," Cloud said after what seemed like a good moment of nearly-awkward silence when the mechanic refused to extend his assistance to the other motorist. "You can look around, you'll find something."

"Hey," finally, the mechanic's hoarse voice grated the freezing air as he peeked out from behind Fenrir's wing, again, "Don't you guys have this Welcome Center place? The one with free coffee or something?"

Cloud would admit, there was something in the way the mechanic said that he and "his crowd" had the Welcome Center that he didn't quite like. But as with summer, it had been easy to let pass and he just shook his head to the older man and reclaimed his pose beside his bike. "It's not for everyone," he said to explain.

Unless this man was another lost person -- in which case, he had all the luck in the world. Cloud thought he didn't quite look the part, though, but no one knew these days.

Slipping out his phone from his pocket and spinning it in his fingers, he read the time. And then when he realized that it might not be faithful to whatever time he was following now, he checked his bare left wrist, then finally asked the shop, looking up, "What time is it?"