Who: Alyssa and Karl. Or Grace and Matt. What: Grace visits Matt, and Alyssa gets a good look of Karl at work. Where: Jimmy's Auto Shop (Texas) When: Monday, evening Warnings: Language
Employment for someone other than the mortals that Karl had influenced for a long time was strange and different.
Granted, he had worked for mechanics before and had started out his being as part of an iron welding shop, but not quite something close to this sort of business. The mortals running the place had called it a "chop shop" and Karl thought the name fit the occupation of what they were supposed to do inside of it. It was a smart establishment, especially when the owners knew that the machines themselves were nothing without parts.
However, he could find himself disagreeing more than a few times at the "worth more apart than together".
Obviously none of these mortals had seen the true nature of war machines in action.
His alias, Matt, had seen this new job as a new start again. The man had a troubled background, filled with dead ends and an unsteady unemployment filled with drug habits and miscellaneous charges. The girl, Grace, was just one of the few things in his life considered as a "good decision". And apparently, she had became as off-and-on like many of his own drug habits, but addicting nevertheless.
It was easy enough for Karl to come up with aliases, a little bit too easy at times, considering he was a god that worked constantly with the mortals and hardly in the background.
So as Karl became self-conscious of his own impossibly fast dismantling skills, he pretended to be stumped momentarily about how to take apart a certain carburetor. Matt only sucked angrily at the cigarette in his mouth, filled with frustration at how this damn carburetor could slow him down when everything else before it was going so well.