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9lives (9lives) wrote in silverage,

Rex took a pause before answering. It really depended on what parts he needed, and for that, Rex had to have a look at the bike in greater detail. "Might be a couple of days to get my hands on them. I've got some in my workshop" – that was a glamourous term for the small, draughty garage under his apartment – "but it's limited. I'm still building a collection."

A quick smirk, directed more at himself than anything. It hid the slight bitterness and wanting of his actual workshop, at his actual home, a whole world away. He wished he didn't have to be building a collection, that all the roads that apparently led outwards wouldn't eventually put him back in New York, but you know what they said about wishes.

"It's probably better if I could take a look and see what the bike needs." He quirked an eyebrow, in a tacit question for permission.