When the Mutt's away, the Pup will play // Foxy & Mike
Mike made an effort to head out with the car at least once a week, although sometimes it would end up being everyday. This time around however, he took out Pup, knowing full well that if he didn't drive the poor thing the battery would die off, and batteries were a pain to get down in Motorcity.
He even managed to get a new pair of earplugs to fit snuggly under his bright green motorcycle helmet, listening to blasting music as he sped through the roads of Motorcity.
But he felt a gush of wind throw him off slightly as an orange blur sped past him, frowning as he struggled to look at it.
Foxy's car. He wasn't really sure why, but he started to speed up on the chopper, smirking to himself as he passed by the hot rod without much effort.
Even giving himself the moment to give a two finger salute, despite the fact the helmet obscured his face.