Hm.

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

Ｓｔａｙ ｗｉｔｈ ｍｅ． Ｋｎｏｃｋｉｎｇ ｏｎ ｍｉｄｎｉｇｈｔ＇ｓ ｄｏｏｒ． Ｂｅｇｇｉｎｇ ｙｏｕ ｎｏｔ ｔｏ ｇｏ ｈｏｍｅ． Ｔｈａｔ ｓｅａｓｏｎ ｗｈｅｎ Ｉ ｃｒｉｅｄ． Ｒｉｇｈｔ ｉｎ ｆｒｏｎｔ ｏｆ ｙｏｕｒ ｅｙｅｓ． Ｓｔａｙ ｗｉｔｈ ｍｅ.

"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."

Huff.

There really isnt a difference between the two. .

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She sighs. "I. . guess. I just know it can do better. ."

"It nearly killed you, Jet. . ." She simply states, dipping her own head.

"I wouldn't exactly say that. It anything, I've let you down with am inferior board. . "

"Ya' allowed to speak to me, y'know? I don't hit ya' for speaking your mind." She offers a tired smile.

". . Are ya' okay?" She'd state. It had been hours since she last spoke at that point, clearly having been focused on the board itself.

"Probably for the best. Helps thinking of each other as different people, anyway."

". . I. . Guess youve got a point, Wave." She shuddered referring to herself as such. It was weird.

"Save me."

"Eh. . I've honestly seen so much more weird shit that this ain't phase me. . "

@babylonianbrainiac.bsky.social She huffs. "Fixed up his board. ."

She puts up her mask after a bit, giving a loud huff. She glances over at Jet, rolling her eyes. "Wake up. ."

"Shush. ."

"Me, I guess?"

She wasn't planning on it.

It honestly wasn't just her that thinks that way. His words are very, very vulgar. Setting her on the workbench, she'd just hug against her.

Jet isn't exactly of age. Would be weird and she does have respect for him, either way. Of course, she'd just take her hand and drag her off to her own workshop, locking the door.

She gives a light sigh and shakes his head. "N-No. . But, we can bang on my workbench."

She doesn't back up at all. Just sort of staring back at Sally as she leans in. Blushing harder.

Falling. .

"Why the fuck am I failing for Sally?"

She's noticing the grin. Giving a nervous smile. "Y-Yeah? You doin' okay?"

Her little tail waved behind her. "R-Right. Cool."

"I mean. . Never really had anyone compliment my looks. Thanks, Sally. You're pretty, too."

She's blushing. "H-Huh."

And she had been at this for hours now ever since the current Type-J exploded on him. She was going to make this one more resistant to stress, capable of being pushed far more than the previous one.