Thats Adorable

"This hunk of junk is your car?" Dagger tried to remark over the sound of the alarm wailing; which had him covering his ears with his hands momentarily. Frowning to himself, Dagger reluctantly removed his hands from his ears and strolled over to the vehicle. Popping the hood open, he glanced around inside - only vaguely familiar with mechanical parts and construction. Finding some wiring that didn't seem like it went to any of the other important-looking things, Dagger gave them a solid tug until they popped free of their housing - and the alarm went silent. "Oh, thank God." He sighed out now that he could hear again.

"Some of us don't have good luck in car buying." Bejo deadpanned. Bejo looked at the nepo colleague before sighing in relief. "Thanks." Bejo remarked with a sigh. He sauntered around briefly checked out Dagger before looking at the hood. "Can you teach me how to do that-so I don't kill your eyedrums again." Bejo smirked at his own joke.

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"I don't want to complain." He said holding up the proscutor badge. It was a lie, but a justified lie.. To get information is his job Triad or prosceutor, just using a different hat"I just have a couple of questions aboiut what happened." He said. "Do you have somewhere more private to talk?"

He snatched the dollar bills from the other so that there were no takebacks. "$518." Was the fox asking for further payment? No, he was counting what he now owed a debt-collecting fairy as he put the dollar bills in his pocket.

"You'd really fix my car for 518 dollars?" Bejo couldn't help but ask. He had no clue what this guy was on but he was willing to exploit.

She didn't know who this person was but he gave her the same feelings she had the moments before she was to be staked by Triad before being sent back to the past. No, she couldn't just assume anymore, she wasn't in capture anymore. "I wouldn't have kicked it," she mused, arms folded. "I think the whole neighborhood is awake now"

Bejo stared at the stranger with dead eyes. There was nothing in his cold eyes. He was a man broken beyond repair but he refused to show how weak he was. "I suppose I shouldn't." He said. "You know how to fix it?" He asked over the blaring alarm.

"What do you mean?" he asked as he stopped dead in his tracks and looked back at the other. He seemed genuinely scared and as much as Kean wanted to taunt him, his own moral compass stopped him. "What the hell are you on about?"

"You said if there was the smallest chance I wasn't human to come to you right?" He asked his voice weary. "I suspect its my mother's side. I never saw her on a full moon." He confessed. "Is that indictative of anything?" He asked his voice hoarse.

"Yeah that sounds super ominous," he nodded, wondering what connections this guy had. "As long as it doesn't affect my daughter's mother, her family, or my daughter I'm not exactly too worried"

"I'm convinced you live in a deeply santized bubble." Bejo retorted. "You're only able to grow in pain." He replied. Bejo rolled his eyes. "Yey you're the one make all the judgements about me. You don't even what happened do you?"

Marshall blinked in confused silence for a several moments after Bejo finished speaking. Not only was there a Guerrera wolf that seemed to have taken an interest in him, for whatever reason Marshall couldn't fathom, but now this man before him? He wasn't exactly used to having that much interest shown in him, especially not back to back. Clearing his throat some, he blushed and chuckled shyly.

Bejo wasn't sure what has gotten into him. Was this some need for affection or was what he felt genuine. He couldn't fathom his inner turmoill, instead of getting help he was clinging to whoever was nice to him. But he should at least try for his feelings. Bejo found himself blushing.

The stench of wolf was more of an annoyance to the fox than the blaring car alarm—yet, it was an opportunity, as normally, the fox would be indebted to someone... instead, the wolf would be indebted to the fox. A mischievous grin crept across Yeon's face. With a flick of his wrist and a touch of fox magic, the car fell silent. "Now you're indebted to me," he said, extending his hand, palm up. "Pay up."

Bejo was surprised to see someone offering to help him. And the silence seemed like a blessing. in disguise. He took out the wallet and gave the two one hunded dollar bills. He hovered the rest of the money to hi. "Can you fix the engine too." He asked raising his eyebrow in a challenge. "Considering a regular human couldn't do that." He gently leaned into his ear. "Is Kitsune what they call you?"

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There was a slight curl of his lip, but it was killing him. "Was everything you said..." He said. "There is a small chance." His head bowed. "And I fear what I could be." Bejo admitted."What can I do?"

"I've noticed," he quipped, wondering when Triad's secret would be finally exposed and people would get even with them. "Like what? If you don't mind me asking"

"I can't tell you everything." Bejo said trying to force a smirk. He knew if even uttered a single secret he would good as dead. "Just know not everything as black and white as you make it to be."

A look of indifference is shot in the others direction, dark irises rolling as she releases a low, dark chuckle and shakes her head. “As if anyone else has the capability to pull off what I just did,” Devyn retorts with scoff. It was a spell of her own making, a twisted fun game that gave her a thrill. If anyone else had taken credit, she’d snap their necks with a single flick of her wrist in a heartbeat. “I owe you nothing, BJ,” the witch counters. “You work for my sister and brother in law which means you also work for me. We are not ‘co-workers’ in the slightest.” Brows furrow at his final words, head shaking as another scoff escapes. “Don’t be daft. Get some jumper cables and a portable battery charger.”

Bejo looked at her with equal indifference. "Give it time, someone is probably cooking something up. Anything can happen." Bejo pointed out. In his eyes, the supernatural aren't the types to take things lying down. And its only a matter of time before they strike back. "So you're my boss through nepotism got it." Bejo quipped. He took out the jumper cables and portable battery with ease knowing what to do. "I'm aware this is an option. This car however is more shot than the target in the practice room."

Marshall shook his head quickly. "No, I wasn't... I remember distinctly being not uncomfortable with it..." He quickly offered before chewing on his lip and letting the gears in his head turn for a moment. "It's just... that person that I was last night -- that's not who I am. The confidence; the flirting.. maybe that's somewhere down inside me somewhere - but it's not something I flaunt so openly." He explained.

"Really." Bejo said not hiding the surprise in his voice. That was a first in a while. Bejo nodded in understanding. "I figured as much but I didn't say it." Bejo nodded. "I'm not that foward either. I'm the type who rather see the person I love happy before myself. So no worries."Bejo said.

"And tell all my secrets?" he asked with a growing smirk, "I think I'll keep my mouth shut and ask for a lawyer," he joked

"Keep your secrets then." Bejo teased. "Trust me nothing in this town is secret for long." He sid before lighting his cigarette. "I have a feeling more will be unearthed because this party too."

"You talk like you work for the city - or cities - I dunno what this place is anymore to be honest," he huffed before a small chuckle came out. "I stopped after I had Imogen, but thanks, now if it was more than a cigarette I may consider"

"Someone has to be the asshole who puts the bad guys behind bars. Just with more paperwork." The irony wasn't lost on Bejo in the slightest. Bejo raised an eyebrow. "You can't just say that and leave me hanging." He said. "What else did you do- can't prosceute retroactively."

"A conundrum indeed. Fortunately, it all worked out and I got to exact bittersweet revenge upon my ridiculous family in the end. Not that that had lasted very long." He scoffed, and rolled his eyes at how quickly he'd been killed after taking out Jo and almost snuffing out Bonnie's life too. Ah, poor BonBon. He missed her.

Bejo remained silent there wasn't much a man can say to that. It was hard to reason with a fruit loop. He couldn't believe he wished Blade of all people was here to take care of it. Bejo didnt want to face this guy alone.