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[recoined]

( the telltale gleam of recently washed pink metal against the far wall of the garage is a good sign that kimberly's rolled up on her own in the last day or so, but they're moving and getting into his car before she can point it out. and it's not really that big of a deal either way, anyway, so it's not something she feels the need to harp on.

she's just happy he's not staring at her like an alien with three heads for her outburst, and that the small cosmetics bag she'd tucked in a drawer in the bathroom had helped to mitigate the telltale red splotches across her cheeks. no need to roll into the house of pancakes looking like a wannabe circus clown. )

My schedule's pretty open today, actually. If you want, you can just drop me off at the Garage.

( she'll just ask robbie to bring her back when he's ready to take a break for lunch... or when she forces him to actually take said break, more likely. )

Might be? What kind of dog?

( clearly, the aforementioned mechanic had not mentioned it. shame on him. )

[killertrack]

[ As they get into the car and settled, Baby nods at the mention of the Garage. There's something strange, still, to think that he and Kimberly were - dating, sort of, and now he is living with her boyfriend. He'd guess Robbie is her boyfriend. He has no idea if she and Izzy know each other, or talk to each other at all, but it's -

It's a weird kind of arrangement, not one that Baby is used to, but he's glad, in a way. Because he's got incredible friends, and this incredible girl he's into. He's lucked out, at the end of the day.

He gets the car into gear and gets them on the road, reminded of that first time they did it, Kimberly tucked comfortably in his passenger seat as the car rumbles under them. ]

A pitbull. Met him at the shelter the other day. Here, look - [ With one hand, Baby opens his phone and goes to his pictures, barely taking his eyes off the road. The very first is a picture of Izzy, but the next is Otis. ]

[recoined]

( if baby wants to think of robbie as her boyfriend, kimberly's not going to stop him. they haven't defined things in such a way, yet, but it's a fair assumption — they spend time with each other more than they do almost anyone else, they've both cleared spaces for the other in their respective living quarters, they go on dates and have inside jokes and all the regular trappings of something more clearly defined. and yet, it's still up in the air. maybe he's like that with other girls, too; she wouldn't know, she doesn't ask. )

I didn't even realize they had a shelter here.

( the first photo earns a stifled laugh in her throat — which is, admittedly, a bit hypocritical of her, given the contents of her own photo roll — but the second is all too adorable. a grumpy old man of a dog, one who probably needs a little extra attention, seems just right for baby's never-ending supply of sweetness.

she's not personally that much of a fan of bigger dogs, and likely would have chosen something a bit more manageable, but that doesn't mean she can't appreciate them when they're owned by somebody else. so, it's with an approving nod that she taps the lock button on the side, the screen of the phone slipping black, and settles back against the bench seat. )

Look at you, a million jobs and a girl and a dog. What else do you need?

[killertrack]

[ Eyes on the road, Baby lets Kimberly with his phone, not too worried if she chooses to swipe around. He's got nothing to hide, here - nor does he want to. Of course, he's guarded with some details, mainly about his life before arriving here, but it's mainly because he's terrified of being judged for who he was, who he had to be to survive - a coward, a pushover, a criminal.

But here, he is just Baby. He is a music lover, determined to make amends for his past life and the errors of his ways. Here, he can be the guy with three jobs and an old dog to follow him around and a girl that's too good for him and friends he can count on.

He's excited to get Otis, and get him settled into a better life for his golden years. He's excited to explore things with Izzy, see where they lead and where the two of them find themselves at. He's excited to grow with Kimberly and Robbie and Clary and Claire around him, and help them grow, too, if he can. ]

Friends. [ As he parks the car in front of the diner, he looks at Kimberly, the statement very clear. ]