[ The clanging draws soft laughter from his lips that he does his best to keep to himself. Oh, Kyrie. What sort of game are they playing today? Sure helps that Nico isn't around to yell something at him with that blabbermouth of hers.
So, continuing to play the oblivious role between them, he wipes at his brow with the back of a hand and goes about twisting something here and there on the engine with his tool, all the while smiling to himself with a bit of a glance off in the direction which Kyrie is coming from... but not making that obvious just like before. ]
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So, continuing to play the oblivious role between them, he wipes at his brow with the back of a hand and goes about twisting something here and there on the engine with his tool, all the while smiling to himself with a bit of a glance off in the direction which Kyrie is coming from... but not making that obvious just like before. ]