#ft. diana maria blanco

[nicocastillo]

who: closed starter for @pixiedustdiana where: the side of a road in echo acres

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"I get it, Blue. I get that you're angry," he told the old pickup patiently, as he inspected the engine, waving off a cloud of smoke. "You've been under a tarp for over a year, and then when I finally let you see the sun, I didn't bother checking in with you. That's on me. I know it doesn't excuse anything, but... I was going through some stuff." Yeah, this wasn't liable to be fixed any time soon. Nico peered up at the darkening evening sky, and was estimating how far he was from home when he caught sight of a neighbour. "Hey, Diana!" he waved over at her, from where he'd pulled the truck off the road when it'd started complaining. The bed was filled with lumber, which he was realizing he might have to carry back to the house. "You don't happen to know anything about engines? I've hit the limit of my knowledge."

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He waved off a plume of smoke from the engine and tried not to cough as Diana came over to assist. Through watering eyes, he confessed, "I mean, I don't either. My knowledge of fixing things is restricted to tending injuries, patching clothes, and getting frisbees out of trees." A little bit of motorcycle maintenance but not as much as he should have, and nothing that would help him here. "But Old Blue might be beyond anyone's help—I learned to drive in this truck," Nico added. It had belonged to his mother, and no doubt most Echo Acres residents recognized it on sight. The werewolf looked at Diana with open curiosity. "Mimicry?" He wasn't as familiar with the fae's abilities, but after a moment he remembered what it was. "No clue, but it could be worth a shot? How would you use it, don't you need someone to mimic?"

Cycling around Echo Acres is not a new addition to Diana's weekend routine, but her route has been getting longer and longer every month. She is on her way back to her house when she notices a familiar blue car on the side of the road and she begins to slow down to a stop. Brown eyes examine the pickup as Nico calls her and she pedals the last few meters separating them before she comes to a stop. Stepping off the bicycle, she parks it on the side of the road and walks to stand next to the blue pickup and looking at him with a browse raised high.

"I feel like I should be flattered that you think I know anything about machine stuff," she admits with a little laugh while shaking her head. "I am sorry, I don't know anything about cars but—," she tilts her head thoughtfully. "Do you think I could use mimicry for this?"