cost me more to be free than a life in the pen

[arsiento]

WHO: ❝ EL DIABLO ❞ and ROBBIE REYES.
WHERE: Heropa.
WHEN: Early March.
WHAT: Robbie's got a new ride that needs tricking out.
WARNINGS: Possible canon-typical mentions/references to death/child death/murder/violence; will ETA/mark as necessary.


[ It would be a stretch, probably, to call them "friends" -- neither Diablo nor Robbie really do friendly. That much has been made clear already, even though they've only known each other briefly

Then again, Diablo has learned plenty about people he's known for much shorter spans of time, too, so not even that feels all that strange, either. Sometimes there's people you meet that you just sort of understand in an innate, semi-personal sort of way, even without having to actually talk much. Preferable most of the time, honestly.

Diablo walks through Heropa, hands in his jacket pockets as he heads over to meet Robbie. New wheels are definitely something to take pride in; yet another thing the two of them share in common. Diablo isn't exactly a low rider, but for this he doesn't have to be.

When he sees Robbie, he greets: ]

Hey.

[ Casual as ever. ]

So what kind d'you get in the end?

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[quemar]

[Robbie tucks his phone away in his pocket when he sees Diablo heading down the street, motioning for him to follow out to the back yard where he's got his new (old) car parked. He didn't exactly have garage space to work with, and nobody really protested, so.

He looks relaxed, certainly more so than last time they ran into one another: he's ditched his leather jacket and there's engine grease stains on his plain grey t-shirt. He just really missed working on cars, is all.]

Went with the Impala. [When they turn the corner into the yard, the Impala sits in all its glory, still looking a touch rough around the edges, but still ready for the road. He pulls the stand for the hood out so it can come down and close over the shiny new custom racing engine that the government paid for after he set a bunch of escaped convicts on fire. You know, as you do.] I might get the Catalina too in a few months, though.

[You can never have too many cars!!!]

[arsiento]

[ Diablo follows without a word, only a mild nod of acknowledgement in place of an actual greeting (such as hello). He does note the lack of jacket, but mostly only as a casual observation; the closer to summer it gets the more out of place a leather jacket starts to look in Florida, and he's also really only ever seen Robbie in that jacket.

So it's interesting, but not enough that he comments on it. Anyway, seeing the car distracts him from that tangent fairly quickly. ]

Nice. [ Eloquent! But it's a damn impressive engine. ] You just use them for business, or do you race, too?

[ Yes, Diablo is, in fact, referring to the whole Rider thing as "business." ]