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neko-naruto · 1 year ago

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Towing my Heart

Summary: Kenny works odd jobs as a mechanic, he's been in places many people didn't even know existed, so when he gets a call for the crux of heaven, hell, and earth alike, he isn't really fazed.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, check Ao3 port for full tags

Authors Note: Car problems are a total bitch if I'm being honest, so have some niche and somewhat complex AU for day of K2 week, the prompt was demons/angels, and I chose angels. @bree-sae hey, hey mechanic Kenny AU, come look at it South Park mutual. anyways! I hope ya'll enjoyed and if you did maybe consider checking out the Ao3 port or dropping a reblog

"Y'ello?" Kenny began with as he picked up the phone, kicking his feet up on his desk as he spoke.

"Hi, uhm, this is McCormick Auto-Repair right?" Came a somewhat nervous voice from the other side.

"That it is, Kenny McCormick speaking, should I bring the paperwork with me?" Kenny asked, "Or if you want to make an appointment I can put you on the other line with Karen."

"No, no I'm not making an appointment," His client said, "My names Kyle by the way."

"Nice chatting with ya Kyle, so, where are you and do you know what the problem is?" Kenny asked as he stood up, pacing a little bit around his office.

"My alternators been going awry for a while now, and it was really fucking with me, so I swerved off the side of the road to avoid it," Kyle explained, Kenny gave a hum to go on. Kyle gave a sigh of embarrassment, "Something scraped and I'm pretty sure something important is leaking."

Kenny had to hold back a laugh, "I'll be over with a tow, where can I find you?"

"You know that gas station right where you can enter Heaven or Hell? I'm just past that on the way out, it's not super far from the town you're situated in if I read your business card correctly," Kyle said.

"That is the worst place to break down," Kenny said, reaching for his tool box as he made his way through the building, "Please tell me you're using an all terrain vehicle with a roof."

"Of course," Kyle said, "Why does that matter?"

"Imp attacks have been rampant lately, so stay in your car until I get there," Kenny said as calmly as he could manage.

"Alright, will do," Kyle said.

"See you in thirty," Kenny said before hanging up.

He tapped gently on the window of the car his coworker was working. He raised his head from under the steering wheel in an instant, he wiped a smudge of something from his face. There wasn't usually liquid in that compartment which was just a bit worrying.

"What's up?" Craig asked.

"I'm heading out to tow someone, could you work on the Jeeps exhaust leak while I'm gone?" Kenny asked, leaning on the sill of the window a little bit.

Craig nodded, "Totally," He hauled himself up from his crooked position, "Just gimme a minute to stretch."

"Be back in an hour man," Kenny said, giving a grin and a fist bump before taking his leave.

-/-/-/-

Kyle sat in his car impatiently, he was really, really glad that he was here to drop off Stan instead of pick him up. He couldn't imagine being towed with Stan and some guy neither of them know, it's a lot easier to ignore conversation if it's just one person. Being told to stay cooped up in his car really isn't helping his morals either, he just wanted to get home so he could help Ike with his homework. And now he's stuck here, in his car, overheating, stupid heatproof enchantment was already wearing off.

He tried to turn on his car and it rumbled to life begrudgingly, he flicked on the AC and let the small amount of cool air wash over him. It'd probably feel colder if he stayed outside for a bit first, but, he couldn't do that. Imp attacks, or angels being pissed off, it's been known to happen before. He'd be fine though, he'd be perfectly and completely safe outside.

He pushes open his door and leans against the side of his car that's weakly running, he stuffs his jacket inside as he kicks around a rock. He just meanders aimlessly around his car and across the barren and cracked road, rarely glancing around as he did so. He looked up at the sound of wings flapping to find imps hanging in the sky holding crossbows and pebbles. He squinted a bit before realizing that he was the one they were going to shoot at.

Fear kept him paralyzed as he watched the pebbles start to come down, aim erring ever closer to his form. Then he swore he could hear the trigger of the crossbow being pull, arrow coming way to fast. He barely moved fast enough to dodge it, the red barbed tip not even bending as it hit the asphalt. He felt like he was doing some stupid dance as he pranced about the small stretch of road to try and survive.

Theoretically speaking he could hide in his car, but then the damage would be worse, and he'd have to pay more, and that did not sound ideal in the slightest. He looked down the road desperately to find that a tow truck was indeed coming and relief flood his form. He practically dashed over to whatever he could hide behind that wasn't his car. He ended up taking cover behind a gnarled tree that was losing it's final leaves for the season. The thunk of arrows and the screech of tires was not exactly pleasing to hear, but the screaming to 'Get the fuck away!' was.

Kyle leaned over to peer behind the tree to find his tow truck guy heaving heavy breaths and adjusting his baseball cap. Kyle could instantly see the golden band on his wrist, bright and luminous despite how barren the area was. He hesitantly stood up and walked over to his car, the heat of the area was really starting to get to him.

The tow truck guy perked up a bit and gave a sharky grin before holding out a hand that Kyle reluctantly took. His hands were calloused and rough, "Hi, I'm Kenny, I take it you're Kyle?"

"That's right, and this is my problem child," Kyle said, gesturing to his beloved Subaru. Forest green and with a couple zip tie patch ups where the metal tore due to excessive rusting.

Kenny stared in silence for a moment.

"We love her, a lot," Kyle said, trying to break the silence.

"I can tell by her condition," Kenny got out after clearing his throat, "Nice zip tie job."

Kyle gave a nervous laugh as Kenny made his way to start looking for the tow hook, "Gotta make do with what you got, Stan did it."

"Oh? And who might this Stan be?" Kenny asked innocently, "If you wanna chat."

"Chattings fine, you're fun to talk to," Kyle answered with.

Kenny popped up from the ground and made his way to lower the bed of his truck, "Then tell me more."

"Stan is my good buddy, since kindergarten actually, I'm pretty sure he has some demonic lineage but that's fine," Kyle explained as he watched Kenny hook up the car to the rope with rapt attention. Maybe he shouldn't be staring at the mechanic like a starving animal, but each move of a limb is just a bit attractive. He doesn't exactly see guys who do physical work a lot from a close distance, he isn't one either, flipping patties, "That or he just really likes the food they serve in hell."

"Hell does have some killer food I'll give 'em that," Kenny said as he started on pulling in the car, he stopped when he noticed it was on, "You okay if I grab the keys?"

"Go for it," Kyle answered with calmly.

"You can keep talking about Stan," Kenny said as he turned off the car and slammed the door shut.

"Yeah, Stan, Stan, Stan, he's trying to become an astronomer these days," Kyle explained as he made his way to the cab end of the truck. He watched with intrigue as the "I never thought he would but here we are."

"Ain't that the truth, I never thought me and my sister would be running an auto-repair shop but here I am! Towing some lovely looking guys Subaru at the cusp of hell," Kenny said, throwing a wink Kyles way, it had him short circuiting, "Just teasing Kyle, I'll stop if that Stan guy is actually your BF."

"He's my best friend, I haven't had a boyfriend for a while now," Kyle said.

Kenny gave a sympathetic hum, "Real shame, hop in if you want a ride to the shop."

Kyle swung open the door and slid onto the torn leather sit, he kicked at a couple empty plastic cups on the floor. He reached for his seat belt and did it up, "Any idea what she's leaking?!"

"I think it's the coolant, which is gonna be a big problem if you don't get it fixed soon!" Kenny said as he held a hand under the leak and inspected the fluid briefly, he wiped it down on his coveralls. He unhooked the winch and secured the wheels in place before hopping in, "Shouldn't cost a whole lot if you got a good job."

"Oh I do not have enough money for an alternator and a coolant leak," Kkyle groaned as he held his face in his hands, he jumped a bit as the truck started, the engine fired a bit. He held a brief concerned look.

"Don't worry she does it all the time," Kenny said as he rolled off down the highway. He reached over absently in the center console of the car, "Now, paperwork."

"Could we do it when we reach the shop?" Kyle asked.

"Totally, but we should talk a little bit about prices though," Kenny said hesitantly, "The alternator is gonna be real fucking hefty, and the coolant leak, depending on how bad it is could cost over a thousand dollars."

"Lovely," Kyle said, "I couldn't pay you in other methods could I?"

Kenny hummed as though deep in thought, "Well, if you take me out for a meal I could do the coolant for free."

"Really?!" Kyle asked, sheer hope clear on his voice.

Kenny gave a warm laugh, "No, fuck no, sorry mate."

"Dammit," Kyle muttered, "Don't get my hopes up like that."

"I'll try Kyle," Kenny answered with.

-/-/-/-

Two flat tires, a busted spark plug, and some body work later and Kenny and Kyle have gotten into a lovely rhythm of things. Kyle calls up and asks Kenny to come over and give him and he does exactly as told like he's a dog. Or the one time Kyle scheduled and appointment Karen got to bring up how great of a guy he is with Kenny afterwards. It was a tense dinner of takeout that night, what with Karen teasing her brother and him giving feeble 'stop it's in response.

And Craig is still the diligent and somewhat stoic worker he's always been, aware of every interaction between Kenny and Kyle when they're in the shop. Much like Karen, and unlike Kyle, he isn't blind to whats got Kenny twisted up inside. He doesn't say anything to Kyle, not ever, more afraid of losing his job than anything else at the moment.

Still, one more call is received and this time it's a blown head gasket.

Kenny is at the scene in an instant.

"Thanks for coming so soon," Kyle got out nervously as he helped Kenny hook the car onto the winch.

"Don't worry about it," Kenny answered with as he started to roll it on, "That's what us repair men are for."

"I know, I know, still feels like I'm taking up way too much of your time," Kyle said as he popped open the passenger door and slid in, no wrappers, "I see you cleaned up the place."

"Some lady was a total bitch and went off about her high heels getting sticky," Kenny said, a near snort of amusement came with the memory.

Kyle gave a hum, "Makes sense."

"Also you stepped on a rotting half eaten burger last time and I nearly vomited right then and there at the notions of more than one being in here," Kenny added on with a nervous laugh.

"Yeah that was hella nasty," Kyle said with a grin on his face as they rolled out. His eyes were quick to fix on the golden band around Kennys wrist.

Kenny took note, "Like the bling?"

"I've been wondering about it lately," Kyle said, reaching out to touch it, Kenny jerked his hand away.

"Family tradition, my sister and brother have one too," Kenny said, he sounded tense, "Don't know how my parents afford some weird gold mineral mix but they did."

"Can it come off?" Kyle asked, Kenny shook his head.

"Nope! We're stuck with it forever, till we're in the dirt," He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he spoke, "I'm just glad it's comfy."

"It should chafe," Kyle said, "But there's no reddening near the edge at all."

"Magic," Kenny answered with.

Kyle pursed his lips before speaking, "Is it what let's you get so close to the crux without a heat guard enchantment?"

Kenny froze up, "I'm naturally immune to heat."

"Bullshit," Kyle said bluntly, "Unless you happen to be supernatural, or like, a demon."

"I'm a little bit not human," Kenny said, "That's all I'll divulge unless you want me to remove your discount."

"I nearly forgot about the discount," Kyle said, backing away from the subject, "Awful sweet of you."

Kenny gave a hum, "You're awfully cute and have a lot of car problems, shocked the head gasket didn't go faster considering the rep Subarus have."

"Well, you're to put simply, an angel Kenny," Kyle said, a smile on his face as he spoke.

"Thanks darling," Kenny got out, grip on the steering wheel tightening so subtly Kyle didn't notice it, "I think the head gaskets gonna cost one point five K."

"Fucking hell," Kyle groaned out.

"Heres hoping only the gasket is gone then," Kenny answered with stiffly.

"Heres hoping," Kyle answered with.

-/-/-/-

"Craig!" Came Kennys voice as he slid over a wrench.

"Yeah boss?" Craig answered with calmly as he leaned on the hood of the car Kenny was working on the underbelly of.

"I think I'm in love," Kenny said, sliding out from under the car.

"Here we go again," Craig said bluntly.

"He's amazing Craig, he's absolutely lovely, shame he's been having good luck with his car lately," Kenny gave a weak laugh as he sat up, cracking his back, "I'd love to see him again."

"He came in here two weeks ago with a popped tire, and just yesterday for an oil check," Craig said.

"Yeah but, I wanna tow his car again, chat with him on the road," Kenny said, pouting a bit.

Craig reached for the golden band on Kennys wrist, "Couldn't you use your angel powers to give him a broken transmission?"

"That'd cost him so much! I can't do that," Kenny said, snatching away his wrist, "I could, but I won't is what I mean."

"You could use it to make him fall for you," Craig offered.

"No way in Heaven or Hell," Kenny said, he fiddled with the halo he so rarely wore above his head, "Besides, we're plenty close even without it."

"Sure, ask him out next time you get a chance to tow him," Craig said.

Kenny rolled his eyes, "Maybe I will, maybe I won't."

Then the phone rang, and Kenny was rushing over to answer it, giving the regular spiel. He started grinning like a love struck teenage girl the second he recognized the voice. He nodded and gave generic answers before getting the same location he always does and hanging up.

"I'm out to give Kyle a tow," Kenny said, a bit of pep to his step as he made his way across the hard concrete flooring.

"Ask him out!" Craig called out.

"I'm not doing it!" Kenny called back.

When the door of the truck slammed shut Craig was back to working on the car.

"Fucking dumbass," Craig muttered to himself as he jacked the car a bit higher, "That guy obviously likes him."

-/-/-/-

Kenny was just about to ready to rip someones head off at the sight laid out before him. Of course the demons were finally deciding to mess with some mortals just for the heck of it. He slammed his hand on the horn and held it there as he watched them scratch up Kyles car and hold him hostage. Eventually they all turned over and were those tears in Kyles eyes? Oh god they were, and his jacket is starting to char. Kyle was quick to stare at his car again and plead for them to stop scratching his paint job and tearing the zip tie job.

The McCormick took a steadying breath as he slid off his halo and tightening his coveralls a bit. He gently placed his halo to rest at his throat, tight like a collar but held like a beacon of royalty, it brought an eminence to his existence. He pushed open his car door and hopped out, he didn't even bother to close it again as he made his way to the demons and Kyle.

"Fellas I would highly recommend you back the fuck away from my property," Kenny said rather boldly as he gestured to the car, and the to Kyle, "He's my client, don't know what made you think you had rights to touch him Cartman."

Red rose to Kyles face at the notions of being Kennys property.

"What makes you think you have the right to talk to me like that Kenny?" Cartman spat back as he shoved away Kyle.

Kenny brushed past the demons scratching up Kyles car, they had stopped, "Would you believe me if I said the wings on my back?"

"Ha, really wanna bust those bad boys out with a mortal watching?" Cartman countered with tauntingly.

Kenny paused, "Well, I suppose I don't," He rolled up his sleeve, "You and your goons have a five second head start before I start fighting."

Cartman gave a singular laugh, "Sure, your prissy boyfriend is still watching."

"He's not my boyfriend," Kenny said, "Three seconds left."

Cartman stood still.

"Be that way," Kenny answered with.

His fist hit Cartman hard in the sternum, and he shot back, a sting on his chest. He pivoted on his heel and simply reveled in the terror on the others faces, they easily started to run and take off. Kenny chased after them and vaulted himself off the hood of Kyles car, he wouldn't charge for it. He latched onto one of their sets of legs and dragged them down.

"Don't think you're getting away that easily," Kenny snarled as he tossed the demon down, their friend staring in shock. He stamped on their tail and they screamed, "You! Yeah you!"

The demon stayed silent, "Yeah?"

"You have two choices, take your friend and go unharmed, or sit there like a stunned cunt and fucking regret it," Kenny snapped.

They sat there like a stunned cunt.

"Wrong choice," Kenny got out quietly before forcing himself up, big bright wings tearing the back of his coveralls as he pumped them.

The demon attempted to scramble off but it really didn't make any difference in the slightest. Kenny still latched on and hit them hard enough to break their nose, tainted black blood splashing his outfit and his face. They dropped in mere seconds, tail thudding against the roof of Kyles car.

"My car!" Kyle exclaimed.

"Sorry darling!" Kenny shouted back before lunging for Cartman who was barely up.

His hands came to rest at the demons throat and sternum as he ran him into the dirt for a good two feet. Skidding and scraping thick scales along the asphalt, his tail thrashed and he ended up latching onto Kennys waist and wing, claws digging in. Kenny merely grit his teeth before squeezing a lot tighter around Cartmans windpipes.

"Who the fuck said you could touch anything an angel laid hands?" Kenny snarled out.

"You and I both know you're not a fucking angel, you're some shitfaced half blood son of a whore," Cartman spat back in a smarmy tone.

Kenny would've bashed his skull in right then and there, finally ridding the menace that's been lingering around his lineage for hundreds of years.

But he doesn't.

Instead he stands up and backs away, hands raised.

"Fine, leave, go, next time I will kill you," Kenny said as he made his way to his tow truck to find Kyle already hooking up the winch.

There was no idle chitchat as they hooked up the car and pulled it onto the raised bed. Not a single word was spoken as they watched Cartman fly off, Kenny ruffling his feathers in annoyance. Tense silence washed over them as they started down the road, by now they'd be flirting in a half joking manner, making never fulfilled promises about checking out a new restaurant.

Kenny heaved a heavy sigh and Kyle instantly looked over to him, "Please don't snitch."

"What?" Was all that Kyle could produce in response.

"Angels aren't allowed to integrate into human society, I'll get smited by God himself," Kenny explained.

"I won't snitch, you're only a halfling anyways," Kenny said.

"Even worse," Kenny sighed out, "Even worse."

Kyle paused, "The dent in my hood?"

"I'll fix it with a fifty percent discount," Kenny said before swiftly tacking on, "Seventy cause you're cute."

Kyle doesn't respond with any of his usual answers and Kenny knows he's truly fucked up.

"Look, you're probably never gonna come back to McCormick Auto-Repair so can I get something off of my chest real quick?" Kenny asked as gently as he could despite the tightening grasp on the steering wheel.

"Go for it," Kyle said dismissively.

"I fucking, I'm in love with you, all of you. Every last part of you. And I'm not just saying that cause you're good for the business. I'm saying that cause I adore you, everyone can fucking confirm if you don't believe me," Kenny got out as earnestly as he could, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

"Oh thank fuck," Came Kyles shocking response, "Feelings mutual."

"You're not just joking around?" Kenny asked, sounding impossibly unsure of himself.

"I'm not man, you've always been an angel to me and everyone else, and now I know you're half one at least," Kyle explained, "I thought you'd take a hint."

"I thought the same," Kenny answered with, "So, paperwork."

"When we get back?" Kyle asked.

"Of course, of course, but I'm saying we plan a date too," Kenny offered, lifting his grasp on the drivers wheel briefly as he spoke.

"Totally man, that sounds perfect," Kyle answered with impossibly fast, and then he tacks on the nickname, "Angel."

He revels in the way Kennys wings fluff up in a flustered state, "Shut up."

-/-/-/-

Craig is the one to answer the door at the front of the shop, Kenny stuck in the midst of cleaning up a small spill of oil. He finds Kyle standing at the door, grinning a stupid grin and holding a bag in one hand.

"Here for Kenny?" Craig asked, Kyle nodded.

"First date," Kyle said, "I also got you a small gift, and Karen too."

Craig quirked a brow, "Oh really?"

Kyle reached into the bag and pulled out a bag of jerky, "Teriyaki flavor."

"Thanks, Kennys cleaning up some oil right now so you're gonna have to wait," Craig explained as he let Kyle in, "Karens in her office if you want to chat with her."

Kyle simply shrugged, "I'll give her the gift later, it's just some new pens and notepads."

"She'll really appreciate those," Craig said as he led Kyle to the main garage part of the shop.

Kyle peered around the edge of the door, finding Kenny kneeling on the ground and scrubbing idly at a spill of what was clearly more than oil. It smelt like a horrible blend of radiator fluid, oil, and a bit of root beer, clearly strong enough to make Kenny wince with the collar of his shirt pulled to his nose in one hand.

"Oi! Kenny!" Craig shouted, drawing up the hybrids attention, "Your dates here."

"It's already six?" Came Kennys response as he stood up, stretching his arms over his head and shaking down his wings, a few flecks of black fluid coming off.

"Already six," Craig said as Kenny walked over, wiping down his hands on his coveralls. He made sure to avoid the few patches that Kyle had stitched on for him.

"I haven't finished cleaning the spill yet," Kenny got out nervously, "Maybe we could postpone?"

"That's fine, just don't overwork yourself angel," Kyle said before placing a small kiss to Kennys cheek, tactfully avoiding any car fluids that had gotten on his boyfriends face.

"I won't," Kenny said before returning the favor, "Promise."

Craig gently pushed them apart, "I'll work on the spill, just tell Karen that you're heading out before you go."

Kenny pulled Craig in for a quick hug, "Thanks man, I owe you one."

"You owe me one hundred at this point," Craig said with a sigh as he pulled up the zipper on his coveralls.

"Let's go tell Karen what's happening," Kenny said, taking hold of Kyles hand and dragging him over to Karens office.

Kyle gladly followed, interlacing their fingers comfortably, the halo Kenny wore as his bracelet clinking comfortably against the silver band he had gotten for Kyle. A bright yellow Citrine sat embedded in the middle of it with Garnets on either side. It was, if nothing else, one of Kyles most prized possession, he wore it everywhere that he could.

"Hey Karen!" Kenny exclaimed as he waltzed into his little sisters office.

"Yeah bro?" Karen asked as she looked up from her schedule book.

"Me and Kyle are heading out on a date tonight, Craigs in the shop," Kenny said, pointing behind him as he spoke to the shop.

Kyle took a hesitant step in, "I recently got you something."

"Really?" Karen asked.

Kyle nodded as he reached into his bag, "Yeah! Definitely, you're fucking amazing, it's not much though," He placed down the pack of blue pens and the notepad, "I just heard you complaining about running out of pens."

"Thanks Kyle," Karen said as she tore open the pack, "Hope you two have fun, but not to much, Kenny still has work tomorrow."

"Will you please not?" Kenny asked desperately, red tinting his face at the knowing smirk his sister wore, his wings fluffed up whether he liked it or not.

"Hey man! I'm just stating the obvious!" Karen said in jest as she threw her hands up in faux surrender, "Now get out! I have work to do."

"Jeez, no need to be so moody," Kenny teased back as he pulled Kyle out of his sisters office.

He eagerly led Kenny out back to the junkyard, giving quiet 'hurry up's all the way there. There was a slight bounce to his step as he tugged along his partner of one month, maybe two.

"C'mon man, I have a gift out here, for you," Kenny said, gripping Kyles other hand as he spoke.

"Really? You hid a gift, in a junkyard?" Kyle asked, "If it's something small I know for a fact you lost it."

"Hey! I did not," Kenny spat defensively, a bit of a pout on his face as he spoke, "It's something big, trust me."

"Okay, I trust you," Kyle said, then Kenny released his hands before swiveling around behind him.

Kenny raised his hands to cover Kyles eyes, "Cool, then just do what I say, take five steps forward."

Kyle did as told, "Now I'm really fucking curious."

"Rightfully so, turn left," Kenny instructed, following Kyles motions closely to keep his eyes covered all the while. He shuffled his wings a bit as he moved.

"Your feathers are kind of grimy," Kyle said.

"I haven't had a chance to preen recently," Kenny answered with, "Five more steps."

Kyle gave a hum as he stepped forward, "I could help."

"Last time you helped it did not end up with me any cleaner," Kenny chided.

"It was fun," Kyle answered with.

"It was, but this time I want them actually clean," Kenny said, "Ready?"

Kyle nodded, "Sure."

Kenny lifted his hands, "Voila!"

Kyle was absolutely speechless at the sight before him.

"I fixed up a near identical version of your old Subaru for you, gave it some stripes, made it so it sounds really loud when you rev," Kenny explained, as he rifled through his pockets.

"Kenny," Kyle managed breathlessly, euphoria shooting through every inch of his body. That was his car, just like his old one, but better. And Kenny did it for him, bought and fixed an entire car after not even three months of a relationship.

"And here," Kenny began as he jingled the key ring, "Are the keys."

Kyle hesitantly took them.

"Go to her Kyle, she's all yours," Kenny said with a nod before watching Kyle rush off to start up the car.

He was absolutely giddy as he revved the engine and inspected the upholstery. The steering wheel was plush under his fingers and the gearshift had a little heart embroidered in it. The backseats where clearly patched up, some from his favorite bands, some simple graphics. He pulled open the glovebox and found a cardboard box inside, he eagerly pulled it open, finding a hat inside.

Kenny pulled open the passenger door and slid in, "Too much?"

"You are hereby unrequired to get me any gifts for the next ever is how much," Kyle said as he tugged on the green hat, two flaps on either side of his head, "No big ones at least."

"Well, I sort of had the crews help with this one," Kenny said, "Craig helped me choose the seat types and Karen did the little upholstered bits- I just did the technical stuff."

"Still! A whole fucking car! That's insane," Kyle said in sheer disbelief as he hesitantly pulled out the spot and started through the junkyard, "Crazy even."

"I found it a crime you didn't have a working car," Kenny said as he pulled on his seat belt, "Now, we're checking out that new restaurant right?"

Kyle nodded, "Yeah, I also got you a gift though."

"Really?" Kenny asked as he started on stuffing his wings back into his coveralls.

"Really! It's not nearly as good as this one though," Kyle said, reaching into the back for his bag. Kenny handed it over and watched with intent as Kyle pulled out a box.

"hey, I'll love it all the same," Kenny said with a sly smile on his face, one he almost always wore.

"Here," Kyle said, handing Kenny the box.

Kenny popped it open and went silent, eyes wide, "Darling."

"I can get a different one if you don't like it," Kyle said with a nervous laugh.

"Kyle I love it," Kenny got out quietly, absolutely stunned at the gift. He slowly slid it onto his wrist, a silver band like Kyles except with Orange Zircon in the center skirted by two pieces of Lapis Lazuli. He stared at it, "It's beautiful."

"Really?" Kyle asked.

"Yes really! I love it almost as much as I love you," Kenny answered with as he pressed a kiss to Kyles cheek once more, not wanting to distract him from the road too much.

"Cool, now we have actual matchies," Kyle said, lifting his hand and nodding towards his wrist.

Kenny clinked his bracelet against Kyles, "Almost like wedding rings."

"Hey maybe that'll be my next gift for you," Kyle said with a laugh.

"Jeez so I have to wait a whole year till I get another gift?" Kenny teased.

"You'll simply have to wait and see," Kyle answered with.

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