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don't say hi like a spider to a fly

[whitetwoguns]

[Polite kinda guy he tries to be, Larry finishes up his cigarette outside of the garage before entering. Despite the fact that Freddy is out, doesn't mean that it's opened. He'll knock though, the boss lady--what was her name?--will likely not look kindly on intrusion especially with the kind of hardware is in there.

One last puff of a Chesterfield and it's crushed under foot.]

don't say hi like a spider to a fly

[byweavinglives]

[Saya hears the knock and looks up, wiping her hands on a rag, and moving in her heels to open the automatic door. She moves back to the car, and looks it over]

Can I help you?

don't say hi like a spider to a fly

[whitetwoguns]

Howdy.

[Holy shit. Wait. What? She's in heels? In a garage? Working on a car? Goddamn.]

Don't mean to interrupt anything. [He can't help but eye what she's working on, and how she's working on it. No wonder Freddy works here.]

don't say hi like a spider to a fly

[byweavinglives]

You're not.

[She pauses again and looks up at the man. Older, built, handsome nose. She tilts her head]

Are you looking for work on a car, or are you looking for someone?

don't say hi like a spider to a fly

[whitetwoguns]

[Encouraged, Larry comes closer stepping carefully.]

Neither. I know your associate. He's ailing.

[He realizes that Freddy hasn't given him any info about what name he's given or much else than this is where he works and gets filthy. It'd be a lie tough to say that Larry hasn't been satisfied with knowing all of this.]

don't say hi like a spider to a fly

[byweavinglives]

[Her smile widens just a touch]

Since you haven't said it's Mouse, I'll assume it's my nameless young man.

I'm Saya.

don't say hi like a spider to a fly

[whitetwoguns]

[Nameless it is, nameless it'll remain. Good to know he didn't blow it.]

Right you are, Miss Saya. I hope that his absence hasn't put you in a bad position.

don't say hi like a spider to a fly

[byweavinglives]

[She eyes him]

He's a hard worker. You're not related to him.

don't say hi like a spider to a fly

[whitetwoguns]

I don't doubt it. He's a good one.

[Her phrasing catches him off guard. That's not a question, so...]

You're right. He's not.

don't say hi like a spider to a fly

[byweavinglives]

Then you're friends. Can you fix an engine?

don't say hi like a spider to a fly

[whitetwoguns]

Yes we are.

[Just friends. Yep.

Larry rubs the back of his neck. That also depends on what kind of an engine. All American metal is something he loves to touch.]

Given enough time and tools, I can.

don't say hi like a spider to a fly

[byweavinglives]

[She categorizes all this, and bends back over the engine]

So tell me, what ails my nameless employee?

don't say hi like a spider to a fly

[whitetwoguns]

[Wow. Another reason to rub his neck a little bit more. Ah man, quit it.]

He was attacked by a vampire. No broken bones or nothing. Knocked the wind out of him though. And he's waiting on some test results.

don't say hi like a spider to a fly

[byweavinglives]

[Now that surprises her enough to stand up]

Attacked by a vampire? He is turning?

[What an impolite question]

Vampires. How disgusting.

don't say hi like a spider to a fly

[whitetwoguns]

Turning? Not that I know of. He's holding up pretty well. They don't know if he got anything from it.

[She mean turning like into a vampire? Fuck, he should hope not.]

Yeah, I'm not so wild about em. They're better on film.

don't say hi like a spider to a fly

[byweavinglives]

Well. Then it's probably best he take a few days out to figure that bit out. There's no civilizing things that think it's appropriate to forget that they're dead.

[She pauses]

I'll send him something to keep him occupied while he waits.

Are you as nameless as he is?