#wxnchxstcr \ 001

[thekingsparty]

@wxnchxstcr as plotted!

so. what did he do with a car that didn’t move? burn it? tempting, but not ideal. he chose to abandon it & find help instead. he got stranded not too far out of town. a short hike to the closest car shop was led by his phone navigation & met with closed doors & contempt, so he moved on. he was not dressed for hiking. a good half hour later, crowley had lost every ounce of slumbering patience within him, but he was faced with yet another shop that promised a solution to his problem. he pushed in past the door, a little bell chimed & announced his entrance, which was met with a sight to behold. good god. grease & oil gave the man’s face an all-new edge, sweat pooling around his forehead & that subtle hint of stubble froze the blood in his veins instantly.

“please tell me you’re not about to close up for the day.”