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⠀ · ࣪ ⊹ 𓂃 𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 .ᐟ

Mmhm.

"Only if y' want. Don't want to be a burden."

"I mean, it can easily be now, y'know?"

". . . Sure. We can go with tha'. He's dumb is all I can say."

"At least you're capable of a straight conversation unlike Storm. Eh."

"Y"know, not often I get t' flirt with a spirit. Kind'a nice, actually." She wasn't easy to make blush. It was actually really, really hard! "And that's cool. At least we got tha' sort of thing in common. . being a trio."

"Wow. . you're really leanin' into this, huh?" She smirks as she nods her head. "But, I honestly feel like I take up two of the three rules. . . I jus' prefer Jet keeps goin'. Gives him something to do."

". . . Looks good."

"He's the leader. . . But I end up making the decisions most of the time. Storm is. . Yes."

"Wave, mechanic of the Babylon Rogues. Pleasure." The wave just smirks at being called cute, a wink being giving. "Thanks."

Her tail feather twitches behind her. "Good. I ain't really good with flirting."

"Did I struck a chord?" The swallow gave a low laugh.

"All of the above?"

". . . I stand by my statement."

"Thats for save bet, man. . . . Yeah, you kinda are a twink. Cute."

"Always yeah. I came back. I always come back."

((Wave causing someone to do something and the person blames Jet will always be funny.)

"He isn--- I am not allowed to comment."

"80% of Mobians are twinks, anyway."

". . . We talking boys or the delicious American snack cake by Hostess®."

". . . What about twinks?"

Huff.

"I will not admit this. . "

". . ."

"It's only been 4 days. ."

Hm.

Sigh. "Right. I . . I tend to trap myself in my workshop often, don't I?"

"Might make my feelings less severe, y'know?""

"Only if ya' get on my bad side today~."

"Ah. Damn. Tha's fine."

"If I had ideas, id have acted by now. And eh. . . You'll figure it out, soon."

"I can come with if ya' want. Hows ya' wife, by the way?"

"Sucks. Jus' one of those slow times where nothing is fun.'

"Bored of it today. . . Ain't much in the way of racing recently."

"Besides tinkering. . .?"

" . . Such as."

"No. . . I mean. . I guess? Its never really worked and I dont wanna hit you. "

"Like what." She just leans against a nearby support beam.

"Yeah. . . Its been awhile."

"No, Jet. . . I mean, unless you really want to punch me of all people."

"No. Just shitty month already.

"Oh. Hey, Allan."

Grumbling. "Jus' ignore me. Not my favorite time. ."

". . . Except you."

"Go snort my non-existant COCK."