Haven City, Wednesday
"First stop, Hip Hog Haven," Jak said, walking out of the slums 'house' he and Daxter occupied. Well, mostly just Daxter, these days. The little orange Ottsel had been sworn to silence about five minutes in, because the last thing Jak needed was to hear him point out how Triela had 'turned into a Betty', or something like that.
Whatever.
"And the first thing we need..."
He squinted up at the sky. Too small, only one seat, too slow, ah-- "There." Someone was coming at them with a two-seat zoomer with comfy seating and a decent engine, by the sounds of it. Ignoring Haven's... fragrant smell, Jak kicked off, running after it.
[[ for she who be here ]]
Whatever.
"And the first thing we need..."
He squinted up at the sky. Too small, only one seat, too slow, ah-- "There." Someone was coming at them with a two-seat zoomer with comfy seating and a decent engine, by the sounds of it. Ignoring Haven's... fragrant smell, Jak kicked off, running after it.
[[ for she who be here ]]