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[closed for james]
Feb. 10th, 2016 06:01 pmIt feels really, really good to be back at work. He missed his shop, and the guys that he works with. Being back under the hoods of cars feels like coming up, and Davin is even better at it now, given all he learned back home.
About halfway through the day, a call comes in from a Roadside Assistance agency that they're on contract with. A BMW is dead out on the highway, and Davin doesn't think much of it. He likes to take these kinds of calls, because a lot of the time it's something that he can fix with magic, like a dead battery or a loose wire.
So he hops into the tow truck and heads out to find the car. There are plenty of people in Siren Cove who drive BMWs, and Davin doesn't worry about who may be behind the wheel until he pulls up behind the car only to see an aggravated James leaning against the side of it. Maybe he should have asked for a name before taking the call.
Oh boy.
This is his job, and he's a professional, so he hops out of the truck with a pleasant enough smile. They haven't talked since William's funeral, and Davin isn't exactly surprised. But it's fine. It's... whatever. "James, hey. What seems t'be the trouble?"
About halfway through the day, a call comes in from a Roadside Assistance agency that they're on contract with. A BMW is dead out on the highway, and Davin doesn't think much of it. He likes to take these kinds of calls, because a lot of the time it's something that he can fix with magic, like a dead battery or a loose wire.
So he hops into the tow truck and heads out to find the car. There are plenty of people in Siren Cove who drive BMWs, and Davin doesn't worry about who may be behind the wheel until he pulls up behind the car only to see an aggravated James leaning against the side of it. Maybe he should have asked for a name before taking the call.
Oh boy.
This is his job, and he's a professional, so he hops out of the truck with a pleasant enough smile. They haven't talked since William's funeral, and Davin isn't exactly surprised. But it's fine. It's... whatever. "James, hey. What seems t'be the trouble?"