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“I don’t know? My car broke down. That’s the extent of my knowledge.” Sienna frowned. “But I just need to pick my kid up from soccer practice, so?”
“So you need a replacement vehicle. I got an old Volvo a client sold me earlier this week. You could keep it for the next couple of days, until I repair yours.” He explained. “So soccer practice huh? What position is he playing?” Edgar asked, heading inside, and expecting her to follow behind.
Tilting her head to the side, Valencia quirked a brow at his question and replied with, “Sports bike, the model’s a Kawasaki Ninja.” She then shook her head, “No I’m good. I’m pretty sure I won’t miss that early of a call time. Thanks for the help.”
“I see. Quite a popular model,” the kind his former apprentice used to get excited about. “I own an old Trump bike myself. Different styles,” he smiled thinly, nodding as she confirmed the appointment. “I’ve hardly helped at all. You can thank me tomorrow.”
Theo laughed quietly. “Alright, alright, take your damn time,” he said jokingly.
“Really? Why’s that?”
The shifter smiled to himself, although he didn’t reply to that.
“It will sound stupid but I’m shit at having conversations with people. Never know what to say, so I just avoid going out too much,” this was pretty close to the truth now. Rarely was Edgar ever so honest.
“I just meant if you wanted to know.” Satine shrugs, not really needing to know if it’s happened before, since she’s already doubting there’s going to be enough rain to actually flood the place. Brows raise at the question, however. “I mean, I’m already wet, it’s not like I’m getting any wetter.”
“Then no, not really. As long as my things don’t get flooded, I’m not feeling too concerned about that.”
He supposed that her answer made sense, although water never had been his thing and he couldn’t relate to that. “Sure, I guess. I’m not a fan of being drenched in water. Guess that isn’t your case.”
“Good thing I came for your company rather than your services,” Chris replied, leaning against the doorframe. “Need any help closing up?”
“I’m not going to say no to that,” breathing out through his nose, the mechanic gave him a shrug. “How are you doing?”
“I’m sorry.” Bryson replied automatically, ducking their head in embarrassment. “I don’t know what’s wrong with it, but I can just come back tomorrow and ask you to look at it. You’re closed.” The blond sighed as he said it would take hours to fix. “Please don’t even look at it tonight.”
“Whatever you want,” the shifter replied, turning on his heels and heading back toward the garage. At this time of the day, you could not exactly blaming for not rushing to help Ms.DamselInDistress over here. “Come back tomorrow, we can probably find a date when I can fix it this week.”
“Yea,” Theo nodded, running a hand over his beard. “I guess it’s a nice place to stop if you’re tired of running all the time.”
“Although if you haven’t already seen everything this tiny ass town has to offer, you should probably get out of this garage more often.”
“Hey, I take my time, alright?” Right. As if taking your time had anything to do with that. Even he did not sound like he believed a word of that.
“Probably, yeah. I’m not used to that, that’s all.” Took some time to change century old habits. “I would ask you to be my guide but I’m one annoying tourist.”
“Oh, and we couldn’t have that, could we?” Gunner rolled his eyes with a slight smile. “What are you going to walk me around? Give me some water? Rub my stomach until I feel better? I’m not upset, I was just making an observation.”
“A goddamn depressing observation. You said it yourself: this town is depressing.” Edgar raised his eyebrows, unimpressed. “But alright, I’m sorry for not seeing that you were doing great. I’ll go back to my walk,”
Theo chuckled, the thought of his birth and his death had become almost comical. “Wasn’t born here, might die here but I doubt it. I think I’ll stay for awhile though, there’s no where else like it.”
“I suppose in the grandscheme, I’m a newcomer. Been here about fifteen years. I think most people came here looking for something. So what’d you come here for?”
“Heh, me neither. I guess I’ll move out once I’ll have seen everything to be seen in here,”
“Fifteen years. That’s a long time,” he observed, although he didn’t believe that. Fifteen years was nothing to him, although it was longer than he usually stayed in one place. “I traveled around for a while, I guess I wanted a place to lay back a little.”
“Alright, I’ll take the 8:30 slot.” declared Valencia with a nod. “It didn’t seem that bad, but to be safe you could check it out when I bring it in.” Lifting up her motorcycle helmet, she then shook her head. “I came here with my bike. I’ll drop it off tomorrow and have my brother pick me up.”
“Oh.” He glanced at the helmet in her hand. If he had paid attention, maybe he would have seen that, he told himself, raising on eyebrow in surprise. “What kind of bike do you have?”
"Sounds good to me. Shall I give you something so you don’t forget about the hour?” He offered.
Theo sighed. “Yea, I guess that sounds about right.”
He pulled the car into the spot and jumped out, slamming the door behind him. Theo breathed in, trying to assess what kind of creature this man was. Immediately, he knew he was a shifter. “So, uh…” Trying at some semblance of small talk, he continued. “How long have you worked here?”
“I bought the place about 5 years ago,” he replied, glancing up as he started to get the wheels undone. “That’s how long.”
“What about you? Are you part of those who were born here, and will die here? Or are you a new comer as well?” Edgar found that in this town, there were no in between, never.
“You should charge for that.” Gunner said with a watery smile. “Lost? Is that what they’re calling it these days? I guess that’s a good word for it.” He gave a shrug, not really sure if there was anything really the matter specifically.
“I could have said that you looked like shit, but that would be insensitive, wouldn’t it?” The shifter smiled to himself and held out his hand at the guy. “Come on, get up, I’m starting to feel sorry for you.” Not exactly, but he never liked seeing people looking like that.
Valencia wasn’t a morning person, but she needed her car to get fixed in order to continue transporting silver throughout town. I guess a sacrifice is needed to be made. “Do you have an available spot for 9AM by any chance? If not then I’ll take the 8AM slot.” Pursing her lips together, the hunter nodded and adds, “Yeah, it’s just making this weird noise. I’m paranoid something’s going to go wrong if I continuing driving it.”
“8.30am is going to be the best I can do,” although if it was really bad, he would never have the time to fix it in less than an hour. “If it was really bad, I doubt you wouldn’t have seen flashing lights all over the board.” Could be something to do with the wheels. “You have anyone who could drive you back home? You can leave your car here for the night, and I’ll get to it in the morning. We just need to get some paperwork done.”
Theo paused. “Yea, I guess that’s not too bad. Do you mind?”
“It’s in the parking lot, I’ll go grab it,” he said jogging to his car, hopping in, and driving it into the garage. “How expensive do you think this’ll be?”
“You do that,” Edgar replied, taking off his jacket and searching quickly through his drawers for the right tools.
“For the parts and the labor, I’d say $300.” Pointing at the car lift, the shifter added: “Just park it here, I’ll go get the pads.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Bryson mumbled flatly. “I can come back tomorrow. My car is just making a noise, but I’ll call and make an appointment.” The blond sighed, figuring they’d rather walk home than chance it with the weird groaning noise the engine was making.
“That’s your car making that noise? I thought I was being attacked by a coughing dinosaur,” the shifter pushed himself off the wall, walking up to the noisy car. “You’re going to need a lift. That’s going to take hours to fix,” he admitted with a grimace. “I need to order the parts.”
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“Thanks for that all ready noted wealth of information.” Gunner sighed out, spreading his legs wider and propping his elbows on his knees. There was something nice about the thought of getting lost in a city, but there wasn’t much that made him actually want to leave Oak Pines for a place like that. He’d grown up in a quiet life and he wanted to keep that.
“Don’t thank me,” the mechanic replied, a thin smirk spreading on his lips. “I’m always happy to spread my amazing wisdom thoughts,” he added with a chuckle.
“So, what’s the matter kid? You sound lost.”
Removing her motorcycle helmet, the hunter ran a hand through her hair and glanced up at the clock that Edgar pointed at. “I understand, I was just dropping in to ask what your hours of operations are. Something’s up with my car and I was going to bring it in whenever you were available.”
“We open at 8am, we close from 1.30pm to 3pm then we’re open until 7.30pm,” he recited, heading inside to get a look at his schedule. “If you can drop by tomorrow by 8am, I can have a look. People never come this early.” Tossing the copybook back on his desk he turned and faced her. “Can you still drive it?”
