So, the real question was simple, how in the world did Nyx get trapped under the car he was working on in hopes of getting it to work? Well, it was very simply honestly. He climbed under the old clunker truck to work on the Silverado’s chasie. He was going to have to get the thing fixed. It didn’t have too many dings on it and the steel still looked to be in good shape. He had plans to spray paint it with left over old pants he had found. In fact, he was going to do that today but the damn chains that had once kept the back end of the trunk up gave out. Either to the fact he didn’t have the chains as tight on the pulley as he had or well, that was it really. They hadn’t been that rusted. At least, he didn’t think so at least…
When the chain gave way the poor kismet let out a startled cry and somehow, avoided getting crushed. He was now happy he left the front tires on the stupid car as it was the only thing that kept him from getting flattened. However, the lower half had no tires and while he did pull most of his body inwards his pants got snagged under a tired including pinning one foot between the axel. ”Seriously?” He called out with a groan.
He had been stuck there for some time, moaning, groaning and trying to wiggle out but that just wasn’t happening. Not until someone could fix the goddamn pulley system. Time passed before he finally heard someone in his shop. Oh thank god! A second later he heard the voice and knew who it was and he groaned inwardly. ”Daga…great…” A noise was heard. ”Daga! DAGA! DON’T TOUCH MY SHIT!” A pause. ”THAT BETTER NOT BE MY NEW TOY! ITS NOT FIXED!” Another pause and he put a hand over his grease streaked face.
He called out Daga’s name and finally it seemed like his fellow blond finally decided to waltz into this part of the garage Nyx had been in. His tail hung out from between the floor and truck, flicking in irritation. The blond closed his eyes as he could clearly hear the footsteps pause near him. ”Oh, how good of you to show up.” His voice thick with a mocking tone. ”Do you mind fixing my pulley?” He asked, tail thumbing on the ground after each word spoken.
”And it’s not Nickers. It’s Nyx for the last time…”