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[blondchiroptera]

Rocking back and forth, heavy breathing, legs tucked to his chest. It’s not a good night. It’s not a good night.

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[protreasonprotag]

"We meet again, Burner."

Mike had arrived before the order placed earlier was even ready. This was no big surprise, really. Mike Chilton was known for being early or late, rarely on time. There were a few people around who apparently thought him being on time was a myth.

Antonio sought to provide him with a glass of water while he waited, which was taken gratefully and kept at hand. Between the robust Italian, Jacob, and Death, he was certain he was staying hydrated, fed, and rested. Or at least the first two. He was still working on that last one.

The low voice directed at him caught his attention, brown eyes snapping up toward the Amazon. A quirked tired smile was offered with a raised hand. He had no intent to be anything but friendly, as evidenced by the small joke that followed.

‘Hey. Fancy running into you here.’

[revvedupmutt-blog]

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[~=💀] Oh, so that’s where she was going with this... now she definitely had his attention.

“Ah, so you’re wanting to put Mutt through his paces? Would be the first time I raced with a lady that wasn’t a Burner... it would definitely be an honor.”

[blondchiroptera]

The stinging, bleeding wound currently cutting through one side is a very immediate and grim reminder of why one did not go after Motorcitizens when they were in groups. To be fair, though, he wasn’t really going after them as much as just quietly watching, curious about these people. 

Then one of them spotted him and it was hell from there.

Chuck isn’t really sure how he got away or how they hadn’t followed the blood trail he left but did it matter? Whimpering and tired, the experiment hauls himself a good distance before collapsing into the dirt with a small groan.

Maybe... a short rest wouldn’t hurt.

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