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Rusty: *sighs* I said what I said...

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"...n-no no. There's no need, Purse." Another collected bundle of time passes with Krupp's call, and he paces throughout the room, desperately trying his best to ignore what he had done to Wrench. "Purse, I will handle this myself. What have I just told you?"

“Why can’t I see you..?” (from some dramatic prompt starters) to Krupp from @repair--truck

Upon making his way out the door, and hearing the other’s voice, Krupp finds himself frozen in a not-so-awkward manner. Confused, he turns around blinking Wrench’s way.

“O-Oh...Well, I have that one coffee date with Purse. Remember?...I'm supposed to help him run through this week's finances,” he semi-mumbles.

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“I'm sure it won't-” Dinah started, with her sentence cut short by a faint mew of the kitten. It’s caramel eyes looked up at the much-taller engine, seemingly uncertain over his presence.

Hoping to immediately change the waters between the two, Dinah sends the feline into a mountain of reassuring pets, bringing it nearly half an inch closer to her shoulder blade . "Okay, darlin'. I know..." she murmurs to them. "He ain't gonna hurt'cha. It's alright...That's Greaseball, 'mah boyfriend."

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Dinah: *excitedly creeps up towards you, holding something behind her back* Oh, Greazy-caaaakes…! Look what I foooound…!

I don't notice her coming up to me over the sounds of my twin motors or the work i was doing, not until she speaks up. Thats when I stopped to look at her with a soft smile, "Greasy cakes? Heheh, is that a new pet name for me?"

I lower myself a bit to be at her height and cup her chin. "What did you find, darling?"

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Dinah: *squealing at the photo* Ya made me look great, darlin’!

Dinah because I like her and I can't stop listening to stex, send help 💙

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“Hold on,” Krupp murmured. Bringing his attention back to Wrench, he gives her a careful look. “Wrench, it is not the fact that I don’t know you are blind. It’s only that I’m a little nervous, given that a certain system between both of my ears are trying to figure out how to best help you.”

Within his radio line, he reverses his attention to Purse again, placing a hand on the edge of his headset. “My apologies. You were saying?”

“Why can’t I see you..?” (from some dramatic prompt starters) to Krupp from @repair--truck

Upon making his way out the door, and hearing the other’s voice, Krupp finds himself frozen in a not-so-awkward manner. Confused, he turns around blinking Wrench’s way.

“O-Oh...Well, I have that one coffee date with Purse. Remember?...I'm supposed to help him run through this week's finances,” he semi-mumbles.

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Indeed, a brief and careful switching of the arms was required for presenting her finding. But Dinah maneuvers them to the front, revealing a small doe-eyed kitten snuggling against her. This gray-shaded British shorthair, in question, was the kind of sight one could easily squeal upon; Laugh amungst; Even keep in their memory with every piece of their being.

Dinah then aims a hopeful smile the diesel engine’s way. “Suprise, suprise…!”

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Dinah: *excitedly creeps up towards you, holding something behind her back* Oh, Greazy-caaaakes…! Look what I foooound…!

I don't notice her coming up to me over the sounds of my twin motors or the work i was doing, not until she speaks up. Thats when I stopped to look at her with a soft smile, "Greasy cakes? Heheh, is that a new pet name for me?"

I lower myself a bit to be at her height and cup her chin. "What did you find, darling?"

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The radio of Krupp's headset vibrates against one of his temples.. “Hold that thought, Wrench. Sorry…”

He switches the dial at the end, as though to take a call. “Purse…!” Krupp chirps almost half-sheepishly. A quiet beat goes by, as Purse's voice was not fully within Wrench's earshot, then… “Yeah, I may be a bit late, unfortunately…Wrench is in…" Krupp looks back at her concernedly. "Something. I'm rather tongue-tied to describe it..."

“Why can’t I see you..?” (from some dramatic prompt starters) to Krupp from @repair--truck

Upon making his way out the door, and hearing the other’s voice, Krupp finds himself frozen in a not-so-awkward manner. Confused, he turns around blinking Wrench’s way.

“O-Oh...Well, I have that one coffee date with Purse. Remember?...I'm supposed to help him run through this week's finances,” he semi-mumbles.

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At this moment, Krupp could not register what was happening before him.

“Y-You were right…” The truck blinked, as he now knew where Wrench was coming from. “How did this happen?”

“Why can’t I see you..?” (from some dramatic prompt starters) to Krupp from @repair--truck

Upon making his way out the door, and hearing the other’s voice, Krupp finds himself frozen in a not-so-awkward manner. Confused, he turns around blinking Wrench’s way.

“O-Oh...Well, I have that one coffee date with Purse. Remember?...I'm supposed to help him run through this week's finances,” he semi-mumbles.

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“Oh, Methinks it does…” mused the jester truck. Her hand gently fumbled near a black collar, fastened round the feline’s neck, until it stopped against a round tag. She holds it upward some within eyesight, squinting at it a moment.

“Noom…” she read aloud. “It says his name is Noom.”

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Mavis: *dramatic gasp*

FRIENDS…!

I have found a terribly long lost kitten, wandering about the yard…Pray you all, does it belong to anybody?

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Immediate alarm, that moment, was sent lancing into Krupp’s being. This did not bode will for him.

“Hey, it’s okay now. Stay calm…!” urged the armaments truck, as he placed both hands on Wrench’s forearms. “Stay calm, alright? Breathe with me a moment. In…” Krupp peals out a deep inhale, hoping the other will copy him. Both hands remaining as they were, though with more reassuring air.

“And out…” A deep exhale is coupled to the end of his sentence. “In-“

“Why can’t I see you..?” (from some dramatic prompt starters) to Krupp from @repair--truck

Upon making his way out the door, and hearing the other’s voice, Krupp finds himself frozen in a not-so-awkward manner. Confused, he turns around blinking Wrench’s way.

“O-Oh...Well, I have that one coffee date with Purse. Remember?...I'm supposed to help him run through this week's finances,” he semi-mumbles.

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But you didn’t, Rusty nearly wanted to say.

“Oh, thank you. But, maybe we shouldn’t get up in your business too much.” he replies, giving the caboose another apologetic grin. “We know we don’t have to stick around here an eternity, or-“

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Rusty: *knocks on your shed door* C-CB?…Are you in?

“Huh? Steamer what are you doin here…” He groaned and sat up. “Don’t you understand you’ve caused me enough damn trouble? You got some nerve comin around here after you costed me my yard job!” He growled but sighed, calming himself. “Alright what the hell do you want?”

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Rusty: Wow…Never thought even this would happen. But, here we are I guess!

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Rusty shrugs a little, at response to CB's earlier utterance. "She's got psychic powers. You'll get used to it."

Upon the mentioning of yet another unfamiliar train, Mavis hums thoughtfully. "I oft heard of this Master 'Electra' amongst few of the coaches I did meet--Like the ever-passing gentle Mistress Pearl. B-But I n'er met him just yet, so..."

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Rusty: *knocks on your shed door* C-CB?…Are you in?

“Huh? Steamer what are you doin here…” He groaned and sat up. “Don’t you understand you’ve caused me enough damn trouble? You got some nerve comin around here after you costed me my yard job!” He growled but sighed, calming himself. “Alright what the hell do you want?”

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Almost as though through an uncalled cue, a knowing smirk grew upon Mavis’s lips. “Likewise…” she slurs out lowly.

Showtime.

There may be a chance for either the steamer, or CB to get a word out. But it was now time for her to cut it short. At start, Mavis skates backward initiating a swift twirl like the tip of a swirling ribbon; Both hands casting an unexpected kaleidoscope of golden, raining stardust and sunflowers from who truly knew where. Ever cool, and without fail, the caboose crosses one leg over the other as a “stopping point”.

She casted the boys a kind of smile that was apologetic, yet an epitome of confidence vowing to not back down. “Do pardon me, gentles both.” Mavis reassures the boys, winking at them. “I meant to do that.”

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Rusty: *knocks on your shed door* C-CB?…Are you in?

“Huh? Steamer what are you doin here…” He groaned and sat up. “Don’t you understand you’ve caused me enough damn trouble? You got some nerve comin around here after you costed me my yard job!” He growled but sighed, calming himself. “Alright what the hell do you want?”

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The young, blue and yellow-coated jester caboose that was Mavis stood diagonally behind Rusty, looking taken aback by the other’s response. Indeed, the psychic truck thought CB would be equally kind, and welcoming, as were a good several other trains she had met. Though a small part of her wasn’t surprised by the caboose she beheld.

“Your new standby Control hired wanted to see you…” replied the ever-patient Rusty as he presented Mavis to CB.

She rolled up at least half an inch twoards CB, hoping the waters will be evened, the more Mavis tries her luck. “A-Ay. I am Mavis…G-Good Morrow…” As with anyone she would greet, the jester caboose finishes her sentence with a moderate version of her regal bow.

“She was a little nervous to come meet you by herself.” The steamer admitted, anxiously scratching his neck some. “I thought maybe…things would be better if I stuck around.”

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Rusty: *knocks on your shed door* C-CB?…Are you in?

“Huh? Steamer what are you doin here…” He groaned and sat up. “Don’t you understand you’ve caused me enough damn trouble? You got some nerve comin around here after you costed me my yard job!” He growled but sighed, calming himself. “Alright what the hell do you want?”

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Confused, yet concerned simultaneously, Krupp stared at the repair truck.

"W-Wrench?....A-Are you ok-" he tried to begin.

“Why can’t I see you..?” (from some dramatic prompt starters) to Krupp from @repair--truck

Upon making his way out the door, and hearing the other’s voice, Krupp finds himself frozen in a not-so-awkward manner. Confused, he turns around blinking Wrench’s way.

“O-Oh...Well, I have that one coffee date with Purse. Remember?...I'm supposed to help him run through this week's finances,” he semi-mumbles.

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She gratefully nodded to the mail car. "If you would, Mistress Cettie...! I thank ye quite humbly!" Mavis then allows Cettie to pet the kitten for a moment.

The cat in question was a young fluffball of an exotic shorthair. Black tiger stripes and eyes of Carmel had glorified its disposition. They peered up at Cettie, confused, yet accepting of the attention.

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Mavis: *dramatic gasp*

FRIENDS…!

I have found a terribly long lost kitten, wandering about the yard…Pray you all, does it belong to anybody?