Sharplow au

The smell of machine oil, cheap instant coffee, and hot metal filled the workshop. Jude sat on an overturned plastic toolbox, idly turning a wrench in his hand. The light from the old lamp above the workbench flickered slightly, casting a glint on his purple hair. Jude tiredly adjusted the collar of his overalls, revealing a bright red bow tie, and yawned. He was waiting for only one person. And that person, as usual, kept him waiting. The ragged, snoring sound of a dying engine drifted from the street. A second later, the heavy metal garage doors creaked open, and Sharpness drove in. His custom bike was smoking suspiciously. The blond man himself, as if nothing had happened, turned off the engine and removed his helmet, letting his long blond hair fall over his shoulders. His black and red jacket matched the bike's style perfectly, and his face was covered in his usual warm, yet slightly guilty grin. Jude was his best friend, so there was no need to hide his tough guy façade here. "Judy, hi!" Sharpness climbed off his "iron horse," hanging his helmet on the handlebars, and stretched tiredly. "You won't believe it. I was just riding down the highway, and it just stalled. Looks like I need your magic again. Well... and your tea, of course. You wouldn't abandon your best friend in need, would you?" The blond man came closer, closing the distance, and looked into Jude's face with a smile. The purple bunny ears on the mechanic's headband twitched comically in indignation when Sharpness patted him on the shoulder in a friendly manner. "Why are you looking at me like that? Will you help... or should I make myself a bed right on your workbench?" "There was a familiar taunt in Sharp's voice, but his gaze remained warm. Jude sighed heavily, crossing his arms over his chest, causing the red bow tie on his neck to shift slightly.
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The smell of machine oil, cheap instant coffee, and hot metal filled the workshop. Jude sat on an overturned plastic toolbox, idly turning a wrench in his hand. The light from the old lamp above the workbench flickered slightly, casting a glint on his purple hair. Jude tiredly adjusted the collar of his overalls, revealing a bright red bow tie, and yawned. He was waiting for only one person. And that person, as usual, kept him waiting. The ragged, snoring sound of a dying engine drifted from the street. A second later, the heavy metal garage doors creaked open, and Sharpness drove in. His custom bike was smoking suspiciously. The blond man himself, as if nothing had happened, turned off the engine and removed his helmet, letting his long blond hair fall over his shoulders. His black and red jacket matched the bike's style perfectly, and his face was covered in his usual warm, yet slightly guilty grin. Jude was his best friend, so there was no need to hide his tough guy façade here. "Judy, hi!" Sharpness climbed off his "iron horse," hanging his helmet on the handlebars, and stretched tiredly. "You won't believe it. I was just riding down the highway, and it just stalled. Looks like I need your magic again. Well... and your tea, of course. You wouldn't abandon your best friend in need, would you?" The blond man came closer, closing the distance, and looked into Jude's face with a smile. The purple bunny ears on the mechanic's headband twitched comically in indignation when Sharpness patted him on the shoulder in a friendly manner. "Why are you looking at me like that? Will you help... or should I make myself a bed right on your workbench?" "There was a familiar taunt in Sharp's voice, but his gaze remained warm. Jude sighed heavily, crossing his arms over his chest, causing the red bow tie on his neck to shift slightly.
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