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[fearofpiggies]

It hadn't even been two months in his new apartment when Sollux pointed out that the rumor mill had been running about who he was, and what he could do. Word had gotten around that he was the one who'd upgraded Vriska's prosthetic arm, and despite really keeping to himself for the most part, Dib had been getting calls from around the country about if he could help fine-tune their equipment as well. He was surprised to see that so many people were looking for that kind of work, and it felt as if he was one of the only ones in the industry with the know how and expertise to really do a good job of it.

He'd been taking work as a private eye besides doing the occasional tune-up on cybernetic parts that, from what he'd noticed, all came from the same maker - someone with whom his boyfriend (?) and friend Vriska were both acquainted - yet he never bothered calling the guy. He figured if word got around as fast as it had been, he'd be getting a phone call from the maker himself, instead of the other way around.

Sollux had offered to introduce him to his friends, but schedules seemed to interfere with social time, and every time he put aside a few hours, things didn't pan out, so he pretty much called it a wash.

What Dib was currently doing, however, was something involving, surprisingly, not the inside of his house, or any house for that matter, but the animal shelter in a town nearby. He'd been told that there was something spooking the animals beyond the usual nervousness that animals taken into shelters had. He hadn't recognized the voice on the other end of the phone, but he certainly recognized its owner when he came to the shelter to have a look around.

"You're still an enormous douchebag, Cass, thanks for reminding me that you exist."
"Hey, no worries, mate. Hey, since you're here, I've just gotten off work, would you like to go have some supper with the guys and me? I've a feeling you'd get along with at least one of them." Cass grinned up at his prodigal friend, and waved him to follow him back.

"Oi, Tavros, you about ready to call it a night? I'm dragging everybody out for dinner. S'on me." He said into the back office, grinning wide as a wolf as Dib followed quietly along, clearly unsure how to hold himself in this situation. Cass looked over his shoulder at the bespectacled man in the trenchcoat, then at Tavros. "Oh, and this is Dib, he's comin' along. New arrival, as it were, though we've known each other a few years back."

Dib managed a slight wave and a nervous smile as he said, "Hey."