Mack ran his greasy gloved hand down his face, his small frame panting as he hauled at the chain, carefully maneuvering the engine block into place, wincing as his shoulders and arms strained as he slowly settled the engine into the dock.
God, he was going to have to save up for a mechanical winch at some point. This was hell on his shoulders.
He slowly rolled his shoulders and arms, the fingers of his work gloves leaving dark smears across his slight, bared shoulders. His tank top practically hung off him. The pity of having a slight frame, he supposed. He carefully peeled off his gloves, spotting himself in one of the windows in the car, he sneered silently, seeing the dark grease stains down his face.
He carefully scrubbed at his skin with a clean-ish rag, wiping away the last of the motor grease before he continued on his way, his shoulder-length hair tied back in a short ponytail, his bangs hanging in his eyes. He carefully sat on a canvas chair in the sunlight, slowly relaxing as the fabric hugged him, his eyes closing and head lolling backwards. He wasn't sleeping, he was just. Exhausted. And wanting to sleep.
God, he was going to have to save up for a mechanical winch at some point. This was hell on his shoulders.
He slowly rolled his shoulders and arms, the fingers of his work gloves leaving dark smears across his slight, bared shoulders. His tank top practically hung off him. The pity of having a slight frame, he supposed. He carefully peeled off his gloves, spotting himself in one of the windows in the car, he sneered silently, seeing the dark grease stains down his face.
He carefully scrubbed at his skin with a clean-ish rag, wiping away the last of the motor grease before he continued on his way, his shoulder-length hair tied back in a short ponytail, his bangs hanging in his eyes. He carefully sat on a canvas chair in the sunlight, slowly relaxing as the fabric hugged him, his eyes closing and head lolling backwards. He wasn't sleeping, he was just. Exhausted. And wanting to sleep.