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Alena snickers and shakes her head. “It’s cool, fam. As long as you’re not a homophobe. But look, the boss is pretty hot and I respect him highly but I’m not drooling over him.”

She sits on top of the truck, letting the rain fall on her. “K? Huh, well, there’s so many people around here that I wouldn’t know. What’s your REAL name though? Mine’s Alena.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, K claps his hands together, interlocking his fingers as he does. “A homophobe? Nah, just surprised is all. But I get you, the Big G is a cool guy and all but I just don’t get the drool hype.” Leaning out slightly, he cranes his neck to look up at the grunt sitting on the truck. “My name? It’s… uh..” He looks down to the ground as if trying to gather his thoughts.

“Kenshin.” He says firmly, looking back up at her. “I guess it’s nice to meet you, Alena? I mean, it is nice but I feel like we won’t be see each other much, given the our different groups. After all, look at all the company I have!” He exclaims sarcastically, waving his arms out to point out all the nothing. “They figured that only one of us is needed to guard this point to the house. One guy and his wet socks to take on any intruder who gets past the guys upfront.”

“Heh….I may have had some of my drool moments with the Boss Man but that’s just when I’m in a mood or something.” She laughs.

“Ken-…,shin.” She slowly says the name at first. Well someone isn’t where he’s from. “Kenshin.” She says the name faster and the puzzle pieces naturally fit together. “Well, K. Do you want to steal a new truck to pick up some ladies or nah? We can even share a woman if you’d like~”

Alena gives a snicker and a wink as she sits back on the truck.

His eyes widen at her suggestion, turning away his gaze and rubbing the back of his neck, clearly a nervous tic. “Ssure I guess we could go steal a truck. N-not like I’m doing anything ahaha..” He nervously laughs and climbs out of the rust bucket. Stretching his arms infront of him, he looks back to Alena.

“You can have the women I just want the transportation. Besides, I have someone already. I think.” He waves his hand about nonchalantly and starts heading towards the gate, expecting her to follow. “It’s complicated.”

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Alena snickers and shakes her head. “It’s cool, fam. As long as you’re not a homophobe. But look, the boss is pretty hot and I respect him highly but I’m not drooling over him.”

She sits on top of the truck, letting the rain fall on her. “K? Huh, well, there’s so many people around here that I wouldn’t know. What’s your REAL name though? Mine’s Alena.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, K claps his hands together, interlocking his fingers as he does. “A homophobe? Nah, just surprised is all. But I get you, the Big G is a cool guy and all but I just don’t get the drool hype.” Leaning out slightly, he cranes his neck to look up at the grunt sitting on the truck. “My name? It’s... uh..” He looks down to the ground as if trying to gather his thoughts.

“Kenshin.” He says firmly, looking back up at her. “I guess it’s nice to meet you, Alena? I mean, it is nice but I feel like we won’t be see each other much, given the our different groups. After all, look at all the company I have!” He exclaims sarcastically, waving his arms out to point out all the nothing. “They figured that only one of us is needed to guard this point to the house. One guy and his wet socks to take on any intruder who gets past the guys upfront.”

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“…..I think this truck is a lost cause though, bro. Look at how rusty it is. It’s gonna break down…why don’t we go steal another truck? It’ll be good practice in stealing some Pokemon and also WE can pick up some chicks…”

“How does that sound?”

“A lost cause, huh?” He kicks the tire one more time, rather hard this time compared to when he was just checking it. Sighing, he rubs the back of his neck and looks up into the storm clouds above. “Sounds familiar. Y’know any trucks around here that don’t belong to that old cop? Not sure he’d appreciate some grunts borrowing his stuff.”

Rolling his head, he looks at Alena and cocks an eyebrow. “Come to think of it, I don’t even know which grunt you are.” He sniffles as he finishes his comment, rubbing his nose through his bandanna. “You must not be in the guard group, ‘specially if you’re eager to leave and find some chicks… wait you’re into chicks?”

“Nanu? Pffft- sure he wouldn’t mind but we can always go out on the streets and see the face on some clueless person who isn’t paying attention to their car!”

“What do you mean, which grun–” She cuts herself off. “Oh. I’m one of the A grunts but I love Popplio a whole lot.”

Alena shrugs at his comment. “Yeah. I’m into chicks, boys, girls, anyone really. Got a problem with that?”

“Fair point, always fun seeing people freak, even if I have only lifted a few cars.” He says, prying the truck door open more so as to get to the inside.

“An A grunt? No wonder I’ve never met you. I’m K, we get stuck back here in Po Town while you A’s and B’s get to go mess around. Must be nice.” K slides himself into the worn-out and torn driver seat of the rust bucket, facing out of it as he talks. “Popplio are nice, I guess. Not really my thing though. Now Slowpoke, that’s a trustworthy Pokemon.” Leaning out the door upon reading the mood, he again tries to save himself from a beat down.

“A problem? Nah no I uh, I just never met someone who was into everyone I guess. Is that a common thing around here? I know most of you girls are real peppy when it comes to the boss, but I never expected a girl would think of big sis that way. Hypothetically speaking, I mean. Not saying you are, into big sis I mean. I just.. y’know?” He fumbles his words, his rambling leading him further from a safe place.

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“…..I think this truck is a lost cause though, bro. Look at how rusty it is. It’s gonna break down…why don’t we go steal another truck? It’ll be good practice in stealing some Pokemon and also WE can pick up some chicks…”

“How does that sound?”

“A lost cause, huh?” He kicks the tire one more time, rather hard this time compared to when he was just checking it. Sighing, he rubs the back of his neck and looks up into the storm clouds above. “Sounds familiar. Y’know any trucks around here that don’t belong to that old cop? Not sure he’d appreciate some grunts borrowing his stuff.”

Rolling his head, he looks at Alena and cocks an eyebrow. “Come to think of it, I don’t even know which grunt you are.” He sniffles as he finishes his comment, rubbing his nose through his bandanna. “You must not be in the guard group, ‘specially if you’re eager to leave and find some chicks... wait you’re into chicks?”

skull-bxnes replied to your post: “So, what’s the deal with that junker of a truck…

……I am not a mechanic

“Wow, helpful. No bones about it but that was probably the most helpful thing anyone has ever said ever in this history of mankind. Sarcasm aside, I know like five things about cars and one of them is you push a thing down and it moves. Check the truck bed for any kind of tool, shorty. I’m tired of sitting here in the rain when I can be sitting in warm A/C.”

“CALL ME SHORTY AGAIN AND I AM GONNA PUNT YOUR ASS INTO SPACE.”

“Yo yo chill I didn’t mean shorty as in like short but shorty as in the term of endearment, y’know? Besides, it would take me a day to list all of the scientific reasons as to why you wouldn’t be able to physically punt me into space. Sorry, yo. Just uh, check the back, yeah?” Yikes. Not K’s finest moment, but he can always rely on SCIENCE to get him out of a bind.

“Mhmm…that’s what they ALL say.” She rolls her eyes. “I always thought that truck was something for smashing….like in Street Fighter or whatever. I don’t think it’s supposed to work.”

“Yeah well, I ain’t like..” He strains himself as he pulls on the rusted door handle of the driver side, prying the the door open with a ghastly screech of metal. “The others. Phew. Well, door works.” He meanders over to the front left tire and starts kicking it. “Trucks ain’t for smashin’, they’re for driving or picking up chicks. And seeing as how we’re not picking up any hot babes, no offense, it must be for driving. Now you gonna help me or am I going to do this by myself?”

skull-bxnes replied to your post: “So, what’s the deal with that junker of a truck…

……I am not a mechanic

“Wow, helpful. No bones about it but that was probably the most helpful thing anyone has ever said ever in this history of mankind. Sarcasm aside, I know like five things about cars and one of them is you push a thing down and it moves. Check the truck bed for any kind of tool, shorty. I’m tired of sitting here in the rain when I can be sitting in warm A/C.”

“CALL ME SHORTY AGAIN AND I AM GONNA PUNT YOUR ASS INTO SPACE.”

“Yo yo chill I didn’t mean shorty as in like short but shorty as in the term of endearment, y’know? Besides, it would take me a day to list all of the scientific reasons as to why you wouldn’t be able to physically punt me into space. Sorry, yo. Just uh, check the back, yeah?” Yikes. Not K’s finest moment, but he can always rely on SCIENCE to get him out of a bind.