（ so, obligingly, he hauls the (heavy, what the hell) toolbox over. sets it down beside the guy, and then takes a few steps back to maintain his meticulously enforced bubble of Personal Space. ichigo, not a people person. but he is a person lately hauled up from a depressive mire from hell, and that means maybe not just blowing people off immediately and walking away.
he looks at the engine. the guy. the engine again. he's all very glad this indecision can't be seen while the guy's got his head in the engine bay. finally — ）
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he looks at the engine. the guy. the engine again. he's all very glad this indecision can't be seen while the guy's got his head in the engine bay. finally — ）
What exactly are you doing?