Nicote finally found what he was looking for. "Sheesh, why'd he stuff these things in that pile? Ah, whatever. THanks, dude." Nicote quickly scribbled something on the paper, put it on top of the object, then headed back to the back room. Where started working on someone's laptop. Muttering cusses about how everyone who was qualified to do these things never actually did them themselves.

Sean gave a small nod,carefully folding his wings in tight and walking back into the room and back to the corner he had been sitting in. But he didn't sit,rather he leaned on the wall carefully and closed his eyes,leaning his head back on his horns to the wall and nodding of faintly.Just as he had done before in the school halls.

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(It didnt go through ..aheesh....)

Nixote kept on working, humming along to BTS.

(I see,sorry.)

Sean stayed in his position,his tail now relaxed and hanging to lay partially on the ground,his choker pulsing in light along with his soft breathing.

And it was jsut liek that until Ken burst in.

"Nicote! Guess what? We g-oh hey Sean-anyways, we got a trally good one, some guy who thought we were the auto repair shop brought in a relaly old Ford, one of the originals, y'know, to fix up. And then left before we could explain. I'm gonna call up the crew and bring them out, it's in pretty good shape just needs fine tuning, and we'll get paid if we do it well, too!"

Nicote rest his head flal on his desk. "Why."

As Ken burst in Sean's eyes burst open and his feathers ruffled as his wings fluttered in shock. His gaze shot around for a second as his tail wrapped tightly around his leg,tight to the point where you'd think it would cut off the blood circulation. He relaxed that it was Ken,his mind at first having assumed it was his father,and he looked worriedly at Nicote's reaction to Ken's statement.

Ken seemed oblivious and was frantillybdialing his phone. Before running right back out avain.

Nicote groaned. "Feel free to jsut stay here. Or come watch. Or whatever. Your call.uh.....The repair shop is not the auto repair shop, why do peoplealwqys mix that up?!" He groanex,grabbinghis crutxhes.

Sean came over quickly. "I'll come...a-and I could help,if t-that's okay. I spied on my dad once fixing a car,s-so I was able to learn a few things...*Almost silently* b-before he beat me for it."

Nicote nodded. "Join the group then. Its pretty much everyone from earlier, plus two or three others who dont go to our school. Specifically, my brother, videographer who shouldn't be here but always is anyways, and a math whiz." He led Sean outside to the side of he shop, where the alley they'd come by was. A Ford was parked in thealley, and a small group of teens were crowding it.