(Aww thank you! Yours is pretty cool, too!)

Turns out, the driveshaft had come loose somewhere. He could see it hanging down at the front, sort of at an angle. It's not a major repair and he could probably fix it himself if he had a tool kit.

(No prob,and thanks. ^w^ )



He huffed and got a good bit low to the ground. He didn't have anything on hand to fix it.Maybe..if he could... He reached back and under the car,chest to the ground as well as a cheek. "Okay...uh,have anything to fix bolts? Just...this joint un hooked."

All the bolts were still there. Or else it might be the gearbox, which is pretty bad--the whole thing would have to be removed and dismantled. "You know about cars," said Electa. And then felt like an idiot. Way to state the obvious. "And I don't have anything." She looked up the road again. "We'd better see if we can get a lift into the nearest town. And then I guess we'll have to get the car towed."

Vexin sighed and nodded. "K...I'm not sure how to work this out without tools.The gears are there...just...why is it?...hanging...los?" Now he was doing what his father did when not drunk,talking to himself.

Electa put her bag in the trunk, she also took Vexin's stuff and put it in there, too, and shut the trunk, locking it. She glanced at him. "Look, I..." She stopped, not knowing what to say. Frowning, she turned away, stepping to the side of the road and put her thumb out.

He pulled up and to a graceful stand,starting to try and dust dirt off of him...but...it sorta stayed.Hey,it didn't look half bad,it sorta emphasized his build! Not..that he liked that.

Well, as much as she hated to admit it, Electa did. She was grateful when a trucker came and gave them a lift into Dalton City, about ten miles away. The three of them rode squeezed together up in the cab. She was stupidly conscious of Vexin sitting so close beside her, both his arm and thigh pressed to hers. Electa was in a short sleeved shirt, so she could feel the warmth of Vexin's arm. He's half angel, she reminded herself. Half of him is the same as the creatures that killed your family.

Vexin was very bothered with sitting so close to adorable gun girl. Wait! Okay,where did that thought come from?! Adorable?! No no no no,she's gun girl.Always has been and always will be,Electa the girl who was supposed to kill you...that didn't...BUT MIGHT! He may have been half angel but he was soft,he wasn't energy devouring monster that didn't give a heck for human life. His eyes where soft and if he ever smiled it would be like a radiant beam of joy in gloom.But he never did smile,did he.But either way the muscles in his arm and thigh where tense due to being pressed a bit to Electa so doubtful that it helped not to feel them. His shirt was short sleeved as well.But he still had on pants still.He didn't do shorts other than soccer shorts.

Electa was wearing jeans that were ripped at the thigh and the knee. And she hadn't bought them like that, either. Let's just say she can be clumsy and...hurt herself sometimes. That was kind of obvious, as the rips weren't exactly the same as the other leg of the pants. Finally, the truck rolled to a stop. They were on a giant forecourt on the outskirts of town, with a gleaming gas station in front of them. "The garage there'll give you a tow," said the trucker in his southern drawl, jerking his thumb at it. "And Rose's Diner shouldn't poison you too bad, if you want something to eat." A grin flashed through his beard.

"Thanks. We appreciate it," said Electa, shaking his hand.

Vexin would probably,one day,freak out about her getting hurt.But so far he wasn't to worried about her,just simply thought she was adorable gun girl. But for now he just wanted to slip out and not be pressed to her anymore than he'd already had to be.Not that he hated it.