Who: Shaun Mason & Fix What: September Match-up! Where: A used car lot. When: Now Warnings | Status: Zombies | Complete
You don't know shit about cars, Shaun, George reminded him. Shaun snorted and shrugged indifferently. "We both did the wiring on the van," he pointed out, muttering.
Yeah, for the tech not the engine, dumbass. And you didn't do anything to the bike, I did. Which was true, Shaun admitted, but ignored her because she was way more annoying when she had valid points. "Yeah, but I'm just looking. I don't have funds for it anyway, but I dislike puttering around on two feet."
Because you're lazy.
"Says the Newsie."
They both settled into silence, Shaun could detect George's eerie amusement and it was comforting even if it was probably a bad thing that she was so nuanced. Despite having for-real-life-George it still scared him in unreal amounts when she went silent inside his head. A voice whispered You can only have one of us and Shaun tried hard to imagine it wasn't George saying it. He didn't want to think about it.
So, distractions galore. The cars spread out around him in various stages of disrepair. Some of them looked good to his eyes, others okay, but he wasn't really focused on the four door sedans or anything. And he definitely didn't want to talk to a used car salesman with the false bravado and handshaking. If he wanted bullshit he'd pull up a news site and scroll through the feeds to see what was up in the world. So, heading toward the back of the lot where less people wandered and more zombies would hang out and eat his face unexpectedly, he scanned around for anything even remotely looking like a bike.
You might try to find a lot that sells bikes specifically, moron. Not cars.
"Gotta start somewhere," he said, not bothering to mutter, now that he was half certain no one was around to listen. He enjoyed working with people who knew him, they didn't question the fact he stopped to have full conversations with himself. Other people just made it awkward.