asgardeventide | Fourteen ★ Video

[The feed will click on, but it's mostly showing a brick wall of an alleyway at the moment. It's moving pretty erratically like Draco's trying to fix something and he's working with his hands. Granted, it's not like he actually knows how to make things work and he has no idea how to use muggle tools, so it's mostly just a lot of banging around until he finally caves to address the city at large.]

Now that that's over...[That is to say, if you want to talk to him about what happened with Thiazi and the corrupted, don't. He's not up for it at the moment save for a few close people.] I might actually need help with something. Only if you understand methods of mechanics.

[Give him a moment to flip the camera to reveal a motorcycle that a friend left to him. Said-motorcycle looks as though someone took a baseball bat to it. It's dented, one of the mirrors is missing and the front wheel is removed from the bike all together, propped up to the side somewhere.] How the hell do I put this back together?

Additionally...[And then he stops. Nah, he's not going to bother mentioning anything about the shop, or about people from home, or anything that's happened in the last few weeks. He's going to stay off of the radar as much as possible in terms of those topics.] Well, never mind. That's it. [And with another bang as he fruitlessly tries to hammer out the dents, the bracelet clicks off. Draco seems to have a talent for ignoring anything he wants to.]

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Ah, yeah, that's right. Could have asked for help, you know.

I've never been big on asking for help. Besides, there isn't a lot anyone could have done in this case.

I'm sure they could have at least run chores so you could focus on what others supposedly can't do.

That's what I have Euri and Rapunzel for...and I suppose Professor Snape now, too. [He grins at that.] I'm still learning the fine art of delegating without people walking out on me.[He's used to having really dumb friends, that's all.]

[ He snorts. ]

Well. Good, then.

Let's have a look at that vehicle of yours then, shall we?

[He nods, heading out of the back room and out of the shop to lead the Doctor to the side alley where the motorcycle's leaning against the building. It looks as though parts of the engine are scattered about, more dents and dings in the body of it than appeared on the video and one of the mirrors is totally shattered off. He almost looks embarrassed by its state.]

Well...this is it.

[ Low whistle. ]

It's seen better days.

[ He practically hops over to it and squats down. ]

I didn't even get a chance to try it before it met fate with a baseball bat. Think it's fixable?

A baseball bat? How did that happen?

[ Not answering the question until he's poked and prodded some more. If only his sonic screwdriver worked; it made these things so much quicker.

...

Which would mean more dull here, he supposes. ]

...sleepwalking. It's a long story. [Actually it's just "in my fugue state I broke my potions and beat my motorcycle in with a metal baseball bat." Maybe not that long.] It may or may not have been my fault.