A Day in the Life of Fausk, Part 2

1:54 PM

Fausk's day was entirely uneventful, as usual. She sat at her work bench, fiddling with various projects, switching between them. Sipping at the Dr. Pepper avidly when her ear perked and swiveled towards the sound of a rather beat up car puttering down the alleyway. Fausk stood up and snagged the hankerchief off her carpenter pant-style loop, wiping the residue of various fluids off her fingers as she moved just outside the garage, leaning back against the wall.

The elderly wolf just continued to carefully navigate down the alley, taking time to give a friendly smile and wave to Fausk as he turned his 1972 Dodge Charger into the garage, carefully shutting it off and getting out of the car, just as Fausk turned back around the corner and into the garage.

"Well, Mr. Bristow, it's lovely to see you, yet again. More 'car troubles'?" Fausk smirked, slowly walking closer to him.

The wolf seemed as though he was trying too hard to hold back a smile, gently rubbing the back of his head with a hand, looking back over at the car, not meeting her gaze. "Well, uh, yeah. It sounds to me like there's something wrong with the engine."

Fausk, not believing him for a second just sighed and smiled slightly, opening the car door and slowly scooting into it, sitting down and rolling the window down. She started the car, leaning out the window partially, while the wolf leaned down against the window, so they were both at the same level. The car engine revved a few times and Fausk just sighed and chuckled, shutting the car off and looking up at him, "There's absolutely nothing wrong with your engine."

"Could you just open 'er up and take a look for me?" The elderly wolf was smiling by this point, no longer trying to hide it. He opened the door for her, and she stepped back out and shut the door behind her, moving over to the front and popping the hood. She leaned over the front of the car, resting her chin on top of her hand, elbow resting against the top of the grill. Her tail swished from side to side while the wolf looked over at her and just leaned against the roof, near the door. "So? Anything wrong in there?" He asked, seeming to act worried.

Fausk shook her head and carefully closed the hood of the car, "Your car is in tip top shape, and has been since you first came here and I actually did fix it." She smirks a bit and just sticks out her tongue at him, "I pride myself on my work, Mr. Bristow."

The wolf nodded and carefully pulled out his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out a fifty, "Well, lemme give you this for wasting your time then."

Fausk just shook her head some and put her hands up defensively by her chest, "No, I didn't do a thing, if anything I wasted some of your gas by revving the engine."

Mr. Bristow simply stood his ground, keeping the fifty extended to her, keeping silent for a while before he simply looked up at her, seeming to look on with slightly worried eyes, "Please." That was all he was able to muster. Fausk, reluctantly reached forward and took the fifty and nodded softly, biting at her lower lip gently as she walked back over to the tackle box, opened it, and dropped the money inside. The wolf just quietly got back into his car and started it up, seeming to keep his head down. Fausk did the same, hanging her head over the tackle box as she kept it shut, just listening while the car pulled out of the garage and headed back down the alley.

Fausk sat back down, but this time, didn't feel much like working.