( cloud is incredibly serious about business-related things, so when he's on his way the next day, he is sure to let cassian know that he is. he'll arrive at the designated place, carrying the front tire of his motorcycle on one hand, the remnants of the motorcycle on the other. the front is completely busted, sliced clean right off the frame. he has no reason to believe this isn't fixable, but the look he got from some of the guys at the scrapyard when asking for help made it seem like he was asking for a miracle.
this cassian guy is his last shot, so to speak.
ah, he's also carrying a huge sword at his back. none of this is heavy to him.
he'll stand on the side of the parking lot. there's no need to ask if he is cloud, for the broken motorcycle on him should be more than enough evidence of that. what does this cassian guy look like, anyway... )
[ Cassian can put two and two together as he emerges from the apartment lobby thanks to the pieces of the motorcycle that this guy - kid, he realizes shortly after - is holding. And here he thought he'd be looking at an actual bike. ]
Cloud?
[ Said by way of an introduction and a greeting than anything else before getting right to business. This wouldn't be the first time someone had sought Cassian out for some car related job they needed done cheaper and more reliably done than some of the mechanics in town, nor does he think it would be the last. As a result he's gotten very good at reading when someone is the more chatty type versus when they aren't. And Cloud is definitely the latter.
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it is scripture that i was FIRST
You need payment upfront?
okay grandpa's time to go to bed
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I'll bring 50 for the consultation
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But privately, he probably would have done it for a favour too. He knows joolies are hard to come by.
Not exposure though or whatever Verso is offering]Let me know when you're on your way
See you tomorrow
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this cassian guy is his last shot, so to speak.
ah, he's also carrying a huge sword at his back. none of this is heavy to him.
he'll stand on the side of the parking lot. there's no need to ask if he is cloud, for the broken motorcycle on him should be more than enough evidence of that. what does this cassian guy look like, anyway... )
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Cloud?
[ Said by way of an introduction and a greeting than anything else before getting right to business. This wouldn't be the first time someone had sought Cassian out for some car related job they needed done cheaper and more reliably done than some of the mechanics in town, nor does he think it would be the last. As a result he's gotten very good at reading when someone is the more chatty type versus when they aren't. And Cloud is definitely the latter.
He folds his arms over his chest. ]
What happened to the bike?