I need a mec-Kan-ic! [Kan/Ask]

What sort of day was this really turning out to be?

First it had been a pretty simple morning, work on some cars. Repair some damaged computers from some poor digimon that got stuck here and wasn’t used to the ‘slowness’. He was used to some folks getting physical with their technology but just not to that degree. All he could do in that event was switch out their old computer for a new one and charge them the difference. He still got to keep the old ones so it wasn’t a net loss for him anyways.

It was unfortunate that he was so into it that he missed a phonecall or two; but thankfully it was just a short time between when he was working and when he could check his messages. He’d frown at the first one, given it was a spam caller… while the second one made him pause. He recognized that name; though it had been a long time since he had dealt with that particular group.

He was prepared to have to rebuke whomever left him a message but… Hearing that it was Himura Yoshimitsu? The man could easily place the name and hearing that he wasn’t calling for the orginization made this a lot easier. Still a little awkward since he could remember a few times where that wasn’t the case. But one of his appliances had broken; the question was which?

The most common appliance that broke during this time of the year was the AC or the heater depending on the personal preferences of the individual. So figuring that he might as well just bring his toolbox along and some other nonsense Kan quickly wrote down the address. Leaving one note for gretal and one for himself. He had never really been to western shibuya, at least not properly in a long time.

So it’d take maybe thirty or so minutes till he was standing in front of what he presumed to be Yoshimitsu’s home. Looking down at his note and back up to the door a few times… before knocking firmly with the same hand he had the note clutched in.

”Hmm. Been a long time since I’ve seen him. Wonder if he’s still just as tall as I remember…”

That being said, when kan have worked with him? Kan would have been much much shorter and certainly not as scarred. Or at least he wasn’t the sort to flaunt those scars. Most of his outfits nowadays didn’t have sleeves and didn’t cover his head. Though the scar on his face was far more recent than he’d care to admit...

Kan simply waited at the front door; he didn’t hear what shinchuu had said nor would he have cared if he had seen the wormmon. Given that he had dealt with digimon for most of his adult career he was entirely used to them and the people that they hung around. The man shifted from one foot to the other; adjusting his grip on the toolbox and wondered quietly if he had the right address. Leaning back to look at the number of the house.

”Yeah it’s the right one…”

Kan frowned a bit and turned his attention back to the door; with it opening up he was greeted with the view of Yoshimitsu. It was a bit of a surprise that kan was taller than him, from what he could remember he always had to look up. It was probably due to all the time he spent in the digital world, working out and eating like a monster.

”Likewise Sir. Suppose that’s what I get for eating properly.”

Kan chuckled lightly and stepped in after the other. Noting that the heater was the object in question; so it was likely that Yoshimitsu preferred that his home was a bit warmer than others. He couldn’t blame him especially with winter slowly approaching.

”Looks like something gunked it up… probably gunked up an intake somewhere… Hmm? I wouldn’t be opposed sir. No sugar if you please...”

Kan liked his tea rather flat, preferring to stick with the taste of them alone. Much like how he liked his coffee black or his vanilla ice cream without any sprinkles or add ons. Kan shifted to get to work; first checking to see if it was an electric heater or a gas heater. If it was the former he’d have to turn off the power to this segment of the wall… and if it was gas well that’d be another thing entirely.

”It’s been a long time sir, have you been doing well?”

Kan had the utmost respect for his elders, especially ones with ties to the yakuza. Especially ones he had worked for before. He had a nagging feeling that he had met someone that was related to them; but rather than open up with the ‘hey is this person your grand-daughter’ he figured at least making minor conversation while he worked on the heater would be better than anything else.

“No sugar? That’s certainly a sign of eating properly.” Yoshimitsu nodded, retreating to the kitchen to prepare the tea. That should leave Kan with plenty of time to inspect the broken heater - which was indeed an electronic one - and figure out how to fix it. Little did he know that a pair of very observant, blue eyes were spying on him from under the coffee table…

The old man soon returned with a tray containing a traditional Japanese teapot and two cups. He left the items on the table, pouring one cup of still steaming hot tea for Kan and one for himself. “I’m enjoying my retirement… for the most part.” He replied to the man’s inquiry. “I run a legitimate business nowadays, so I still work from time to time. I’d say I feel well enough, all things considered.”

Another knock was heard on the door, much to his surprise. “Ah, geez…” He grunted in mild annoyance, walking over to the door and slamming it open. “For the last time, I’m not interested in whatever it is you’re selling! Huh?” Yoshimitsu initially yelled, only to look down and see to his shock a bespectacled woman who appeared to be in a rather damaged state. “Apologies, I thought you were a salesman. Do you need help?”

As the door suddenly swung open Stacy had somehow been able to move fast enough to avoid becoming one with the door but the sudden motion caused her pain which was reflected in her face despite how silent she was. A yell caused her attention to focus on the older man who answered the door and boy was he bigger than she initially thought he was. This man was slightly taller than her youngest brother but, unlike her brother, this man was a mountain of muscles. Sure she had been around digimon much larger but, when compared to most humans, he was quite the sight.

When asked if she needed help, she said "I was recently in a fight with some thug. I need access to a phone so I can call an ambulance." Though to call it a fight was an injustice considering the rough shape she was in. He head hurt as she still couldn't remember how she was even still in one piece. She clutched her head with a groan.

Kan shifted a little bit as he easily overheard the conversation going on in the other ‘room’ so to speak. It’s not like they were trying to hide what was being said. So some women got in a fight with a thug and needed to go to the hospital. Seemed pretty straightforward. Though he had to wonder if the thug was still around and if that was the case… would they have followed the woman?

That didn’t exactly bode well for her or for them if that was the case, or if he had friends. But then again he figured that he and yoshimitsu would be more than enough to wallop the sense into some thugs. Trained or not; the both of them were mountains that would probably be fine.

He stayed quiet and continued to work on getting the gunk off of the heater; there was quite a bit of it and he had to wonder just what exactly the other had. He’d pause however when the other spoke of a ‘pet of sorts’. That was definitely something that begged some questions but… he felt it would be rude to really pry.

”Well once I’ve got the… gunk? Silk? Whatever this stuff is off, I’ll have to take it apart ot see what’s broken. If it’s the motor it’s an easy fix but if something shorted out it’ll take a little longer… all and all? About an hour give or take. I’ll just have my assistant drop off whatever part I need here. She’s got the address back at my shop.”

Kan shifted again and well once the ‘gunk’ was all taken care of he’d start taking the heater apart bit by bit. Now was the fun part… and he really hoped that it wasn’t something shorting out. He wasn’t even sure if he had the parts he needed on hand… but thankfully there were plenty of places he could have gretal go to to pick one up!

”well… I can say with a certainty that maybe when the heater isn’t in use to cover it with something so this doesn’t happen again… Never really run into something that could spray this much… silk? I wanna say?”