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“SHIT!” Penguin screams, looking at the clock seeing he only had half an hour to get up, ready and out of the house to get to work on time. Alarm didn’t go off due to the power going out in the night, he’s lucky for his internal clock and his anxiety for not wanting to show up late to work. Running to the kitchen to start the pot of coffee while he jumps in the shower.
Pouring himself a cup of coffee to drink while he cooks eggs for breakfast. “Ouch! Dang it!” Penguin throws up his hands, needing to change his cloths cause his coffee cup broke and spilled all down the front of him. Smelling something burning “My eggs!” Running back to the kitchen, pulling his shirt over his head getting the pan off the burner but it doesn’t help much cause his fire alarm starts cheering him on. “Ugh, this day can’t possibly get worse.” Managing to get the alarm turned off looking at the time, grunting in frustration he didn’t have time to cook anything else. Grabbing his thermos and filling it with the remaining coffee from the pot, taking his lunch out of the fridge and putting it in his bag, practically running out of the house to get into his car.
Penguin driving to work when his car feels more bumpy than normal, so he pulls over to the side of the highway, thinking to himself hope I didn’t run over a nail. He couldn’t afford to be late to work or his boss would put him in the pit for a week. Getting out of his car he sees his rear driver side tire is torn to shreds. “Damn it!” He shoots a quick text to his coworker Shachi, “can you cover for me till I get in. My tire is in shreds.”
Pulling out his spare tire from his trunk he gets to work getting his tire off, putting all his strength into loosing the lugs nuts. Not budging he makes the wrench parallel with the ground and he steps onto the wrench, holding on to the roof of his car, using all of his body weight he jumps up and down, still not budging he was going to have to call someone to help. Throwing his head back, “Why do mechanics put the nuts on so tight!”
He’s going to have to call the emergency line since its too early for most places to be up. Pulling out his phone he calls the line hoping someone would be able to come out soon, before the road starts getting more traffic.
After finally get through to someone after calling a third place, they said someone would be out in the hour. “What am I supposed to do while I wait?” He questioned while he got back into his car, reclining his seat back. Looking back at his phone he sees that Shachi’s texted him back, “I’ll cover for as long as I can but Law wont be too happy, you are supposed to scrub in on his morning surgery.”
Thumbs sliding across his screen, “I should be there in no less than an hour and a half, they said someone would be out within the hour.” Taking a sip from his thermos. Waiting for Shachi to text him back or a tow truck to arrive.
Waiting for what seemed like an hour, he sees lights pull up behind to him. Seeing a tall muscular man walk out of the car, he sees movement in the back seat. His eyes go wide panicking “Fuck this is how I die isn’t it.” He mutters to himself. Seeing the man knock on his window, he gives a timid hi and rolls down his window.
“I saw your hazards on, need help?” He asked coldly.
Looking to his side, “um, well, someone should be here soon…”
“How long have you been waiting?” He questions.
“Like,” looking down at his phone sweating, “20 minutes” he gulps.
Seeing his scrubs, “you coming out from work?” Rubbing the back of his neck.
“Going in actually. I’m supposed to scrub in for a surgery this morning.” Fuck he internally screams at himself why would he say that, he doesnt care, he’s probably thinking of all the ways to kill me with his burly arms.
“It’ll take 5 minutes, you’ll get there in time for your surgery” he points back at his car, “names Killer by the way. And that guy is Kamazo.” Hearing his name he looks over ears flopping up, tongue hanging out smiling.
“That would be nice, thanks.” Starting to roll up his window, “He’s cute.” Upon finishing there’s a knock on his window again. He hears Killer ask through the glass, “you want to pet him?” Thinking to himself yeah get inside a mans car that I just met, that’s definitely what I shouldn’t do, thats just asking to be kidnapped. No matter how cute his dog is. Shaking his head no he hears “do you want me to bring him to your car?” He’s not taking no for an answer, sighing “sure” watching Killer walk away letting Kamazo out of the car he waltzes over to his door, hearing a bark before he opens the door, sending a quick text to Shachi, “Doing something dumb. If I die, I die.” Watching Kamazo jump into his lap, thinking this dog could kill me if it wanted to. Scrunching up his face when he feels Kamazo’s breath on his face. Lick. His eyes go wide letting this dog lick his face he presses he face into his chest rubbing his sides back and forth. “He’s so soft!”
Killer replacing his tire in no time while he’s distracted by Kamazo. Walking over to tell him that his car is fixed he hears cute giggling and small helpless no’s and stop’s, he smiles under his mask, not wanting to interrupt there time, but still wanted him to get to work on time, tapping on the door “Hey, sorry to interrupt but I’m done and I don’t want you to be late…”
“Guin, my names Penguin” he can barely get out with Kamazo laying on top of him.
“Kamazo come.” Killer states in a commanding voice pointing to the ground next to him. Kamazo jumping down sitting next to Killer looking up at him all dopy eyed. “Nice to meet you, Penguin. You should go before you are even later.” Pulling out a piece of paper from him pocket writing his name and number onto it, “If you have car or any troubles just give me a call, I’ll be there.” Looking down at Kamazo and pointing at him “Or if you want to hang out with Kamazo again.” Handing his number to Penguin seeing his face flush, reaching under his seat to lift the back up. Closing his door for him Penguin waves him watching Killer get into his car and driving off.
Penguin sitting in his car utterly dumbfounded and in a state of shock that his phone ringing takes him out of, “Y-yeah, what’s up?”
“I’ve been texting you worried that you may have died, what’s up with the if I die I die?”
Blushing feverishly, hand covering his eyes “Well, I may have met a guy and he has a fluffy dog.”
“Is your tire fixed?” Shachi questions.
“Yeah, he fixed my car,” he sighs leaning on his steering wheel.
“Sooo, you coming into work or going sit in your car on the side of the road to dream about him all day?” Shachi smiles on the other side of the line.
“SHIT, I’m going to work now! I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” He says as he’s turning his engine over, looking over his shoulder to get back onto the road. Face red with embarrassment.
“I’ll see you at work, try not to crash thinking about him, will ya. Law would be pissed if you were on the table cause of an accident you caused.” Shachi smiling hanging up the phone. Thinking to himself, “I’m going to tease him all week for this.”