Author's Notes: PRNS belongs to their respected owners. Not mine. Only borrowing the ghosts of the characters.
Oil
By
Ragemoon
Black smudge on the tip of a familiar nose, which is half wiped off in an absentminded gesture, a smile playing on familiar lips as the body is bent over the motorbike that the black oil is dripping out of.
"That doesn't look good dude." An unfamiliar female voice spoke up. She took in the rugged looking blonde who was changing the oil from a motorbike. "It is not supposed to come out black?""Nope it is not." The young blonde man answered her and looked at the young woman looking at him over the counter. He smiled at her. "Can I help you?"