Mar 21, 2011 20:43
Outsides:
The El Camino rolls to a crunching stop in front of the cafe where I've stopped for a cup of coffee. The man who climbs out of it shakes his head with more resignation than anger, and that surprises me as much as the faint aura of energy that emanates from him in my supernal vision.
"Need some help?" I ask. My table is no more than four feet from his front bumper.
He runs a hand over his head and eyes me cautiously. "You know much about engines?"
I avoid rolling my eyes and shrug instead. "You could say that."
Heart:
I call in a favor and have his car towed to the shop. For the price of parts I rescue from the pick'n'pull and some mana, I fix his car while he perches nearby on a stool and we talk. First, it's about his POS El Camino and where he's been. Then, he tells me a little of who he is and what he does while he refrains from staring at the wires that sprout from my skull. Finally, we skirt around my past, touching on it just enough to satisfy his curiosity and share mutual sympathy for our conditions.
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