#zeki threads

As the phoenix stepped away from a vehicle, his gaze shifted to the sun that was lighting up the city. Since fire never harmed him, he used to wonder if that concept would still remain true if he tried to touch the sun. Of course, that was way before science really began to prevail and people discovered that the sun wasn’t just a big ball of fire even if it was technically hot. His attention dropped from the sky upon noticing someone approaching the garage, Zeki giving the person an acknowledging nod. “What can I help you with?” He asked as he wiped some of the grease off his hands with a towel.

So, whenever Vivian was the one to start closing the gap, Zeki was taken aback. But his heart warmed at the action, even if it wasn’t any other sign than Vivian about to tell him to back the hell off. He began to move as well, as if to meet her halfway. He offered her a small smile, nodding at her words. “I... didn’t expect to see you either,” he murmured honestly, slipping his hands into his coat pockets as they stood there under the light falling of snow. “... How are you?” Zeki asked carefully.

With so many people crowding up the market place like an endless sea, it could be difficult at times to pick out familiar scents since so many blended in. But Zeki could still recognize a face if nothing else, surprised when he nearly bumped into someone he had met not too long ago. “Oh, good evening,” Zeki greeted the former customer, someone who had a specific request during her visit at the mechanic shop. “I’m not sure if you remember me, I work at the mechanic shop,” he explained. “Was that car okay?”

Leaning back against the bench, Zeki let out a soft huff as he heard the question that had become quite frequent during his conversations with Roger. “Like I’ve told you a hundred times before,” the werewolf began, raising an eyebrow over at his friend. “No, I’m not joining Eclipse.” Hey, Roger had tried. In truth, it wasn’t that Zeki was annoyed at the constant asking. He could understand that a friend was just wanting a friend to join their pack. But Zeki had never been in a pack setting, and just didn’t think he’d fit in one.

Zeki drove up on his motorcycle, parking in a decent enough spot before turning off the engine. Taking off his helmet, he glanced around the area, taking note of the amount of people who decided to show up. Not that it should be surprising since those public city events tended to be popular, especially with families and the like. Zeki hopped off his bike, giving a small smile of acknowledgement to the group of people who were passing by. His shoulder bumped against another’s, and he stopped. “Sorry about that,” he told the man.