What's my Age Again?

Do you just want me to spit it back up? It’s just a fry! [PINCHES HIS CHEEK]

[she can dream] I already ate your stupid fry, [and she’ll grab more if he doesn’t stop]

     God damn you, Alfred. Fifty dollars acquired, in exchange for a handshake. Hopefully it’s not too uncomfortable, what with metal hands and all. In any case, there’s a glimmer of genuine confliction. More job means more cash means more time spent. But what was money to a dude who could jack entire teller machines…      “… I’d love to meet yer dogs.” At least he wasn’t walking into some stranger’s house, and the dogs were coming out to him. It wasn’t the worst way to meet someone… as long as this wasn’t a trap. Which it probably was. Or it was too good to be true, while being true.

Alfred bolted to the house, opening the door to free the dogs and a rather large, fat cat, allowing them to barrel out and greet their owner and the stranger and making a variety of sounds. As he walked back over, the big, intimidating black dog followed by him, tail wagging in a goofy circle. Meanwhile, the husky had barreled out immediately to the stranger, bouncing and singing and sniffing like wild. The cat was also quite excitable, meowing loudly and weaving between Ryan’s legs.

[fucking nothing ever changes with him] [free hand looms over the rest of his fries] I’m not playing.

     Alfred was such an old man name… amazing. “Call me Ryan.” Because this seemed like a trap set up for ‘Stash.’ Ryan, meanwhile, only existed to a handful. He could have made up an even faker name. But he was losing track of all his fake names.

     “Born in the Midwest. Moved ‘round the southern states.” Who asked where one ‘hailed’ from anyways?… A DND nerd?… Stash was into it. Goddamn was this a good honeypot of a trap. “This’s a pretty old truck. Seen better days, but so far… don’t see many troubles with a quick check. Maybe new filters or jus’ fluid changes, if they haven’t been done recently.” The truck reminds him of his own car… only his car was way newer. And awesome. But it did have many replaced internals here and there. This truck was definitely a long-term investment.

Don’t look at him. He didn’t choose it. “Ryan, then. Nice t’meetcha!” His hand shot out for a handshake and the smile never left his face.

[ONE. FRY.] If you keep whining, I’ll steal another one!

[THAT’S DISGUSTING] [IT’S JUST A FRY, MAN] [SMOOSHES HIS FACE AWAY WITH HER HAND]

Sure I did. *In the same way someone would miss an easily excitable small yapping dog, but that wasn’t fair to him* Y’haven’t changed a bit since I last saw you.

Awww, Annie! It’s ok. I’m back for... a little bit at least.

*He’s been in and out of his isolationist attitudes lately.*

Didja really expect me to? I’m an eternal beauty.

     … Is this a trap? Very particularly special trap set up to capture him? Luring him with a cute guy, a job, and a bunch of animals? Stash feels… suspiciously set up. And tempted to take up the offer. Which makes it a very good trap if Stash is aware it’s a trap and he’s still tempted to go for it. “… I’ll consider it. Work first.” And more assessment of the stranger. “What’s yer name?”

He’ll leave them inside for now, then. He doesn’t want them to get in this fella’s way.

“Alfred,” he hums, keeping his eye on this new stranger. The familiarity that came with one of his citizens was there, but just because he was his citizen didn’t mean he shouldn’t be wary. Nevertheless, he was a friendly guy and would give the other the benefit of the doubt. “Alfred Jones. Yourself?”

Mine now. [binch����]

Thank you! ;A; I don’t know how long muse will cooperate–he’s been sleeping for a while but hopefully he’ll stick around for a little longer than 10 minutes lmfao.

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     Don’t worry, cute-nerd-boy, he will. But for now, Stash depends on his low low prices and making it worth the effort. A check-up isn’t too bad. 

     However, he cannot ignore the barking. “… You got dogs?” Cute. “What kinds?” He’ll ask this, of course, while approaching the truck. Multi-tasking. Saves time, makes it efficient.

The pickup is an old, beat up thing. It looks like it’s years past its prime, but if he’s still using it, it must still be good for something, right?

     … He does like getting paid for jobs. And he does like getting attention from boys. “I guess, sure. I know ‘bout belts, hoses, filters, n’ fluids.” He could wing it for the plugs and stuff. He’s done smaller work with those. “Standard lookover fer fifty bucks? I’ll letcha know if there’s anythin’ that might need more care taken n’ shit.”

He could certainly look over his truck himself and honestly, he would’ve just asked for help for extra hands, but this guy seems like he wants to do more, so he’d let him. With a smile offered up, he digs into his wallet and produces the $50, no questions asked. “Sure. But if y’fix it up, I insist on more for your effort. You’d earn it.”