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Apologizing was not something that came to Turbo easily.
With his insanely huge ego and I’m-always-right attitude, he was not good at even admitting he needed to apologize for anything, let alone actually doing it.
But then again, the 80’s racer had been rather lonely the last few days. Not even the twins had spoken to him. The gamers had still been flocking to TurboTime during the day, of course, but once the arcade closed down, he was even lonelier than usual.
So he sucked in a breath and approached Ralph.
"Look, Wrecker, ‘m sorry about what happened in Tapper’s a few days ago." He hunched his shoulders and offered a gloved hand to shake.
Seeing Turbo apologize sure was…….unusual. I stared down at him with a look of confusion on my face, as this was the first time I’d ever hear him utter those words.
However, an apology is an apology, and I understood where he came from, lonely and frustrated. I never got any attention after closing either so I could see why he did it. Not that it was acceptable, but I could see why.
"Just….don’t drunkenly come on to me or kick me in the balls again and we won’t have a problem."
I extended a finger for his small hand to shake as I continued,
"But you can hang any time yer bored though, I’ve got nothin’ to do anyways."
The racer sighed in relief and shook the larger man's finger, smirking a bit.
"I won't. Yeesh, with that hangover, 'm never drinking more than one root beer at a time again."
Turbo raised an eyebrow at the wrecker's next statement and had to use almost all of his self-control to avoid grinning. "Really? That'd be gre-," he stopped himself and cleared his throat, puffing up his chest a bit. "I mean, ah, I'll see 'f I can find time..."
Oh, who was he kidding. Most of the arcade was either jealous of his success or bitter about his ego.
