Post by Asterion Alizarin on Jul 4, 2019 23:22:45 GMT -5
Asterion had two major ways of relaxing: working out and messing around with his motorcycle. Of course, interacting with his fellow Huntsman-in-training and the teachers was always an interesting and fun pastime, but that was neither here nor there. The bull Faunus had trouble sitting still. He enjoyed relaxing as much as the next person, but he felt out of place if he wasn't doing something or another. Even if he was sat around chatting, he'd normally be lifting a dumbbell to keep himself moving.After classes had let out for the day, the tall, young man decided to do some maintenance on his vehicle. The motorcycle had sputtered a little bit when he was last coming back from a ride into the city, and he intended to find the issue. Even if he had to take the whole thing apart, he would go about his task with vigor and determination. Half-lengths were not a business he tended to associate himself with.
Asterion had been given permission to park his baby with the rest of the vehicles that belonged to the school, which wasn't too far of a walk for him. He rolled the motorcycle into the academy's Quad, as there had seemed to be others doing maintenance on the school's transports. The racket had nearly given him a headache, so he chose the Quad as a more peaceful alternative. Besides, he still had to fetch his tools and slip into something he didn't mind getting dirty. A quick walk to his dorm later, he was dressed in a red tracksuit and carrying a large, old toolbox.
The motorcycle was a behemoth in size, having been crafted with him in mind. The mechanic he had placed the order for its construction with had jumped on the chance to try and make something for Asterion's size and weight. It was nothing if not a comfortable fit for the Faunus, with a pleasing shade of red paint and a plush leather seat to boot. The engine and other parts were often being pushed to its max in order to accommodate the weight of the frame and rider, especially at higher speeds. This caused occasional problems over time, which was why Asterion had had to learn how to get good at diagnosing and fixing problems on the vehicle rather quickly.
Approximately 30 minutes later, much of the exterior covering the bike had been taken off, and there were several tools, rags, and cans of various fluids around him. One of which was a can of coffee, which he made sure was the closest to him, so he didn't try and accidentally drink oil or coolant or something. Along with checking for what was causing the sputtering issue, which he was imagining had something to do with the fuel system muddling up the carburetor or the spark plugs, he was also performing his usual maintenance on the bike.
He eventually came across a problem. Asterion was attempting to take off a socket, but every time he reached back to grab a wrench, his hand would come back with one of the wrong size. The Faunus turned his head, using one of his hands to keep track of the spot he was working on, and saw the one he needed a good few feet out of his reach. He let out a sigh at his predicament, but the sound of approaching footsteps caugh his attention.
"Excuse me! Could you be a pal and hand me that wrench? I'll owe you a favor!"
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