Abby blushed. "Are you TRYING to make me blush? Is it a contest or something?" She giggled as he put the necklace on her. "Oh it's so pretty!!!" She looked down at it.

(Always xD)

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Ryker grinned. "I would neeeever okay that's a lie, cough cough, ima try even harder, you look cute when you blush for one, it brings out the golden flecks in your eyes, and for two it is quite amusing to see." He joked with a muffled laugh. "Sometimes I score I guess." Ryker chuckled.

Lol)

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"Awww" she leaned against Ryker. "I love you. It could never get repetitive "

Ryker smiled a little. "It will, don't you worry. After 50 years or so you'll start reminding yourself you said that and wishing you hadn't." He teased, wrapping his arm around her shoulder for a second before standing up. "The stuff ain't gonna put itself away." He commented before disappearing into the kitchen to quickly put away the groceries, then disappearing into the garage and spending way more time putting away his beloved new tools.

Abby giggled as he walked away. She laid down in the couch, falling asleep within five minutes of laying down.

Ryker spent a little time sorting his tools, then came in. He quieted when he saw Abby, smiling slightly before going to his bedroom. He changed into some old grease stained jeans with some holes in them, the biggest being on the knees, and an old slightly tattered shirt that quite a bit off the bottom was burnt off. Ryker then silently went back out to the garage and started to work on the truck. It needed the transmission checked and the oil changed. He found a mat and went down on his back to slide under the truck, undoing a couple things and checking things, including how rusty it had gotten. This was his nice truck, so he was happy when he saw the protector he had put on was working.

Abby woke up after her thirty minute nap, deciding she was hungry. She pulled herself off of the couch when her stomach started growling "ok ok ok" she patter her stomach, stopping in the kitchen and pulling out a head of lettuce. "You hungry?" She asked when she poked her head out the garage door. "I'm making a salad"

Ryker was flat out on his back trying not to blind himself while tightening some bolts when he heard Abby. He barely avoided banging his head on the truck as he crawled out from under it, his dark hair looking lighter with flecks of rust and his face framed in dirt. "I'm always hungry. I have to wash up though." He said cheerfully, glancing down at his clothing, with was more covered in dirt than his face.

"Yeah. Big shower. Big time. I'll go ahead and get started " she laughed at his appearance then turned and walked back inside.

Ryker grinned a little before brushing all the dirt off he could and practically tip toeing through the house as to not leave dirt everywhere. He went straight to the shower- after getting clothing- then got into the shower. After making sure there wasn't a speck of dirt or rust left Ryker quickly turned off the water. At this point his stomach said he was going to die from starvation, so he hurriedly pulled on his pants and shirt and hopped out.