“ Go to the city he said, it will be fun he said… “
Crash grumbles, walking on the sidewalk. His head is, unfortunately, lacking a helmet because it would give away who he is in an instant. He is cold, and shivering, even with this fluffy orange scarf that Quick gave him.
“ Pfsh, where is this damn post office anyways… “
The Wilybot would stick his hands in his pockets, but unfortunately he didn’t have pockets nor hands, only those non-functional drills. They are spinning gently, making a soft whirring noise as Crash walks, his head hung low. He is kind of distracted, too many people, too much noise...
Well, he had to bump into someone eventually.
@cant-stop-the-top






