Chester's back was hunched on over into the engine of a monstrous truck, tools scattered around the shop and the smell of oil and gas which probably wasn't good but whatever, he grunted slightly, before finally raising his head from the engine, head tilting to the side to give it a good crack before his eyes opened, with a sharp glare Chester's body turned over to you, arms crossed "well-? you gonna keep staring or do you need something from me?" he clicked his tongue again his teeth "go on"
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