Phoenix, on the other hand, was beginning to chafe at the enforced inactivity. Well, perhaps "beginning" wasn't the best word for it. This wasn't the first time his presence on the ship had rankled. But one thing after another had piled up of late, and there was no outlet for his frustration. Normally he would fly or fight Metal Heads, or indulge in a raid on some key target, but none of that was possible here.
But there was racing, which wasn't the same. But it was something, and something was better than nothing, so Phoenix made his way down to deck twenty.
It wasn't empty.
Phoenix pulled up short a few steps away from the lift, focusing on the car and the pair of feet sticking out from under it. He hadn't been expecting the deck to be in use, and certainly not by someone who wasn't actively racing.
Not racing... Phoenix blinked, then his lips curled up. Hmm.
He moved forward again until he was at the side of the car.
"I don't suppose you intend to put that vehicle to use."
Jerking at the sudden voice, Jak tried to sit up and slammed his head against the underside of the car. Blinking back tears, he clutched his head and muttered a few vicious curses, then wriggled out from under the car to glare at Phoenix.
There was a black smudge on his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with grease and oil. He glared tiredly. "I wasn't planning on it."
The smile disappeared from Phoenix's face when he realized who the other person was, but instead of frowning, he folded his arms and leaned against the car. Jak. One of his very sources of recent irritation.
He eyed the grease stains for a moment, then met the glare. "Is that so? I never took you for the type who would rather be under a car than in it."
And with that, Jak disappeared back under the car. If he had to listen to Phoenix, he might as well pick something more attractive to look at. Like the underside of a car.
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But there was racing, which wasn't the same. But it was something, and something was better than nothing, so Phoenix made his way down to deck twenty.
It wasn't empty.
Phoenix pulled up short a few steps away from the lift, focusing on the car and the pair of feet sticking out from under it. He hadn't been expecting the deck to be in use, and certainly not by someone who wasn't actively racing.
Not racing... Phoenix blinked, then his lips curled up. Hmm.
He moved forward again until he was at the side of the car.
"I don't suppose you intend to put that vehicle to use."
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There was a black smudge on his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with grease and oil. He glared tiredly. "I wasn't planning on it."
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He eyed the grease stains for a moment, then met the glare. "Is that so? I never took you for the type who would rather be under a car than in it."
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And with that, Jak disappeared back under the car. If he had to listen to Phoenix, he might as well pick something more attractive to look at. Like the underside of a car.
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