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[does_everything]

Characters: Torn sandpaperbreath and Daxter does-everything
Location: All over creation
Date: Right now
Rating: PG-13? Maybe for language.

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[sandpaperbreath]

A night of digging had dragged to the surface a few possible haunts for the Rat. So far, Torn had systematically checked each of the bars, which left the arcade as the final 'definite' location on the list. If he didn't turn up there, Torn could either stall another day, or enlist Tess. His last ditch effort would be to have her contact the rodent over ShipNet. It would leave a trail, but handled correctly and Speed Racer wouldn't suspect a thing.

Luckly, not a minute after arriving at the bright and obnoxiously noisy hole in the wall, Torn spotted his target. Time to put his plan into action.

"There y'are, fur-fer-brains. Jak's been lookin' all over for ya."

[does_everything]

"Oh yeah?" Nothing about this strikes Daxter as odd; he'd never been quick to pick up on situations that didn't involve certain doom, and though Torn doing what Jak said seemed strange, it wasn't extraordinarily peculiar. He'd wrecked his vehicle for the eighth time anyway, so he abandons his post at the wheel and climbs up to perch on the armrest, staring up at Torn with a cocky expression and folded arms. "You and Jak switch jobs for the day or somethin'? You running his errands now?"

[sandpaperbreath]

Torn glowered--it didn't take much acting. "He asked me t'help look for you. Don't go making me regret saying yes." He turns, still eyeing him over his shoulder. "C'mon."

[does_everything]

"Yessir." Dax popped off an irreverent salute before hopping down from the chair and padding behind Torn, not even bothering to hurry and keep up. He'd begun his favorite game; see how much it takes to piss Torn off.