<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">“You would have gone instead of him to pick things up. It's not like I can go hunting like this,” Eivind told him, part of his reasoning as far as why he'd agreed so easily. He wanted Blue right there with him, not running errands. He shrugged. “Maybe I should have told him to take a phone book,” he said, joking lightly in regards to Sig's size. It was true, after sex his mood was pleasant. And there was food now. All of his needs met. What really did he had to complain about? He'd warned Sig. He expected that the little wolf would be careful.<br/>
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“What would you like to do for him?” Eivind asked. It didn't occur to him to try to be overly thoughtful in regards to anyone but Blue, but with the help of his mate perhaps they could figure something out.<br/>
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“We could go out and buy him a prostitute. He might like that.” More joking, though there really was no telling with Sig. Blue continued to dote on him, bringing him up some juice to drink with their breakfast. Everything was starting to taste divine again and Eivind figured that was an indication that he was improving. He couldn't quite put away his usual amount yet but he did finish a good portion of the plate before laying back down. After the food and sex he was tired again, and even though he'd hardly done anything at all it had worn him out. At least for the time being Eivind wasn't going to start up his arguments about staying in bed.<br/>
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Sig was surprised when someone finally did stop. This was America, after all. No one was very friendly and everyone had better places to be. That was fine. Sig hadn't really been expecting anything but it sure was a pleasant thing when that fellow pulled off to the side and slid off his motorcycle. It wasn't all that common to find other wolves in the big city but a quick whiff of him and he was realizing he'd just gotten mighty lucky. No doubt the other guy was taking in his scent as well. Friendly. Sig's casual body language wasn't weary or defensive in the slightest. He did let out a little, relieved huff.<br/>
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“It's not mine. A friend's, and I really hope it hasn't picked me to give up on. I know it's old but I really didn't want to have to be the one to put it out of its misery,” Sig said, not realizing how much longer properly maintained diesels ran. Eivind would argue it was the most reliable vehicle on the lot. That Sig had done something.<br/>
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“I don't think I have the touch, not like with most things.” Sig licked his lips, trying to hide his slight grin.<br/>
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“I'll steer and keep pushing.” Sig resumed his position, the stranger taking up wherever he wanted. It wasn't so difficult with the two of them, even with the truck made out of metal. It did help that the other wolf was well built, obviously strong. Sig knew this because he was watching him through a carefully adjusted mirror. Once it was moved Sig popped the hood and shut the door. Before he did so he looked over at the stranger.<br/>
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“You actually have a clue what you're doing or did you just want an excuse to stop? Because if it's the latter I'm really not the sort of guy that plays hard to get.” Sig, straightforward as always. No pretense needed. When it was supplied that he was actually a real mechanic Sig's brows rose.<br/>
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“Ohh, well, I ran it out of fuel. Switched it's tank back. The first one isn't on empty. Not quite anyway, but it still wouldn't crank up. I guess, maybe it needs more diesel, yeah?” He shrugged. That to him seemed like it would be a simple fix. Hopefully, he hadn't done anything more than that and it hadn't been anything to do with how he was driving it at all.<br/>
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“I'm sorry. I'm Sigrun. No one calls me that though. Just Sig. And your name, friend?” he pressed, less alarmed now that at least the truck was out of the way and no one was going to scrape their sports car down the side of it in their impatience. He didn't move when the man had come around to look under the hood of the truck, rather he turned towards him, not shy about scenting him further. Sig didn't know where he'd come from but he was determined the man would not be leaving him a stranger.</span></span>