“Something wrong, Jet?” Wave opened the door a bit, peering in from the blimp’s main office room, though it had once been the pilot’s chair. Wave was good with more than electronics, she had refurbished and tuned up the entirety of their flying home. But something was off. Jet hadn’t shouted or stomped his foot recently.
She knew this, because her workstation was just below his little ‘captian’s cabin’ he liked to hang out in. When usual squawks and smacks of angry feet were heard, or arrogant laughs full of some self-made joke traveled through the ceiling suddenly stopped…
Wave decided to investigate.
She leaned against the door a moment, looking him up and down as he stared off in his chair out the window.
“You dozing off again?” She raised her eyebrow, but kept her tone one of annoyance. She didn’t want him picking on her if he found out she actually cared what he was up too.
Not a fat chance in the roaming stars would she let-up and tell him anything like that. Let alone allow him to see it.
“…Just thinking.” Jet scowled, though she could only see it through the reflection of the glass.
“…Thoughts?” she joked, smirking before moving her way over to his desk. “Doesn’t sound much like you, boss.” She folded her arms again, before looking down at the newspaper.
“You sound so surprised.” Jet finally turned around, grabbing the newspaper and getting up, crinkling it tightly within his hand as he moved by her.
“I can’t stand it! He’s off saving the day and doesn’t enter any races anymore! It’s infuriating! Everyone knows what he’s up to, but you don’t see any paparazzi after us!”
“Peperoni? Oh, yes for me please, Boss!” A voice rose up from far outside the office, as the two turned towards it.
“SHUT UP, STORM! Quit ease dropping!” Jet crumbled the paper into a tight ball and threw it at the door. Amazingly, the pitch hit true and the door slowly began to close, but not all the way.
“Ah, gee, boss. I was just hungry too…”
“We’re all starving!” Jet flexed his hands out and tightened his muscles, his vexed face showed the angry travel from his gritted teeth to his wide stance on his bent knees.
“Calm down. I never liked the limelight anyway.” She looked away, scoffing at how he could get so mad over trivial matters.
“..Oh?” The corner of his mouth tipped up slightly, as he turned his raging eyes to her. “I remember not so long ago,… you adored your inventions on display.” He stood more upright, calling her bluff and gesturing a hand out to her. “Don’t play me dumb, Wave. You’d like your name and face in a paper just as much as I do!”
“Heh, maybe not right up against yours.” She glared, before seeing his face shift and look away from her.
“…Jet?” she suddenly worried she offended him, turning around and reaching a hand out to him.
“…I just can’t stand him.” He looked down at the paper ball that had rolled back to his toe, stopping just before colliding with it.
Wave meekly closed her hand, … before lifting her knuckles to his beak, and lightly hitting it in a affectionate manner.
“What are you? A kid? Jealous of some superstar-wannabe and not realizing you’re still the fastest, coolest kid on the block?”
The affectionate remark and action caught Jet off-guard, moving back in surprise before looking confused. “Hey… are you feeling okay?”
She giggled, also making him step back in a flinch.
“You’re just so immature. Quit whining and actually do something for a change. I know quite a few ways to get a someone in the paper…” she grinned like a devil, a snare within her eyes as she plotted and schemed.
She was heading to walk out the door, when Jet spoke up, still weary of her attitude.
“There you are. You were scaring me by acting like a girl just now.”
With fire in her eyes, she pivoted and spoke quietly like a fast-forward on a tape recorder.
He was scolded, but he just took it with a bit exasperation. He shook his head and leaned his body forward, stepping wobbly up to his chair, and sitting down, turning away from her. With every amount of annoyance, he placed his head on his hand, leaning on the armrest and tapped his finger, waiting for her to hurry up. He had gotten used to ignoring these rants, but he was also inadvertently getting better at hearing her.
For a split second, through her fast monologue, he thought he heard— “Like I care about you or something!”
This small moment made his eyebrows jump up in intrigue,… and a wicked smirk of confidence threatened her evening…
