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Honestly, he wasn't sure what the other wanted from him. He was tempted to ask, but stuck to pointed silence instead.

“Y’know Poppa sent me over here ’cos he thought you’d be a ‘good example’ for me or something, but I reckon you could learn some stuff from me. No offence mate, but you ain’t exactly very creative with your weapon choices. Seriously, just guns? Boring.”

But... He supposed he could humour him.

He hooked his brick back onto his belt, then skated forward until he was right in front of Krupp. “C’mon mate, a one-sided conversation ain’t that exciting.” He tapped on the bigger truck’s chestplate, still scowling.

He paused for a moment before continuing. " I'm not sure what you want from me, but whatever you're doing, you're not being impressive. "

" And why do you have to listen to him ? " He asked, genuinely not knowing. " Isn't it Control who tells you what to do. "

He smiled slightly; the old sleeping car was a mother figure to most of the yard, and she could get even Flat-Top to listen to her.

" Unless they somehow managed to strike a deal with Electra that I somehow managed to miss, I don't really care. "

He began skating in slow circles around Krupp. “So, what do you do all day? Just stand here looking bored?”

He watched the brick truck come and go, not interested in holding the conversation. Maybe that would deter the other from bothering him.

The brick truck stopped circling Krupp, instead skating to stand next to him, imitating the armaments truck’s posture.

“What d'you want from me?” She sighed, but was curious what Flat Top wanted from her.

Flat-Top wanted to protest, but at the mention that he could put Dustin in danger he quickly decided not to, instead just nodding. “Okay, yeah. I’ll have some. Don’t wanna hurt Dustin…”

Privately, the brick truck thought he’d be able to handle any punishment, but he had a feeling that Wrench wouldn’t be very impressed if he said that out loud. So instead he just followed behind her quietly.

He picked up the carton of milk and an apple, taking a bite out of it. He didn’t like fruit that much, but when he was hungry enough he didn’t care. “D’you ever eat normal food?” He asked, glancing up at her.

She stiffened slightly at his next question before shrugging. “Sometimes.. I-I try to eat as little as possible because of personal reasons.” She let out a weak laugh and shook her head before leaning back against the chair.

He paused for a moment as Wrench spoke, then shrugged and nodded. “Fair enough. Your business, not mine.” He muttered, going back to eating.

“You sure you don’t want a bowl?” She asked alongside a small yet amused chuckle.

" You gotta be more careful when skating ! " He knelt down, gently taking a hold of the brick trucks leg. " Is it your knee ? "

He tried to sit up straight again, but instead just ended up laying down even further. He laughed slightly, looking over at CB. “I f-fell over..” He giggled, clearly already tipsy.

Joule giggled sweetly. "But you look like one! And it's fun to annoy you." She grinned before shining the flashlight back into the brick trucks eyes.

Joule face, too, went bright red and a small giggle escaped her throat. "Well.." She said softly. "I mean I can, but only if I receive some pleasure too."

She gave the brick truck a hesitant look before, giving a small nod. " What do you need help with ? " She asked, sounding curious and baffled at once.

“Well, uh, y’see...” His face was flushed red, and he was clearly struggling to get his words out. “I- I scored a date with this real pretty coach from another yard, but I was hopin’ to make myself a bit more..” He gestured to himself, “-presentable, I guess? Thought you’d be the best person to go to..”

“ And I do think I can.. Help. “ She looked the brick truck up and down, trying not to be too.. judgemental about his state. “ Forgive me if i’m being too intrusive, but, do you... Mind me asking who it is ? I might know her. “

“ What’s got you in such a bad mood this time, Flat-Top ? “ The steam engine questioned, his brows furrowing in mild irritation.

The brick truck wasn’t sure why he was always in a bad mood; he just was. It wasn’t that fun always being cranky and unlikable... but he wasn’t very good at being cheerful and friendly.

" Right.. So, is there something you want ? Or did you just come here to be mean ? " Nothing out of the ordinary then, and Rusty was honestly pretty used to it.

Before the steamer could answer, Flat-Top skated behind him and coupled up rather roughly. “Right, let’s go. Get this over with.”

Rusty decided that Flat-top was right in that it was best just to get it over with, and that's what he did. He was being a little faster than usual with his skating, but nothing noticable or dangerous.

“How long d’you reckon it’s gonna take, ’specially with your tiny little wheels?” He asked, already wishing their job was over and done with.

" Faster, if y' don't complain as much.. " He said, shifting uncomfortably at the tight grip Flat-top had. They were making considerable progress, but not as much as Rusty wished they were.

His attention shifted when he heard a quiet crunching sound, coming from his wheels, he glanced down breifly, before quickly shrugging it off. It wasn’t like he was gonna go see Wrench about it, no way.

He heard the crunch, but didn't pay any mind to it, figuring that it was just a rock or something. They'd arrive soon, thank the stars.

“Um... sorry, I guess..” He mumbled, his face going red with embarrassment. He wasn’t good with apologies.

" Alright, here we are - " He announced, letting out a small sigh. He was glad to be halfway done by now, and was hoping it'd speed up after this.

He frowned as he heard the crunching sound again, but brushed it off. He waited until the last of the bricks were loaded, then nodded. "Right, we can go now."

That was one of the many reasons Flat-Top was always so irritable; he rarely ever slept well, and he had to trudge through the day on only a couple hours of rest. He’d be lucky to sleep through the whole night.

He thought about the crunch he'd heard earlier, it was pretty distinct and he was fairly certain he'd heard it more than once. He deeply hesitated before speaking. " 're your wheels alright ? " He asked.

After only a short while, his wheels crunched again and completely stopped. Not expecting to suddenly stop, the brick truck cursed loudly as he stumbled and crashed into the fence beside the track. He lay there for a few moments, stunned.

His brow furrows as he looks the brick truck over.

“See? I’m tough enough now, I bet I can take you on!” He looks incredibly excited at the idea, despite how obvious of a disadvantage he has.

"Alright. Sure. Have at me."

He's not sure how much damage he's doing, but he's determined to show Greaseball his (minimal) strength.

Joule giggled sweetly. "But you look like one! And it's fun to annoy you." She grinned before shining the flashlight back into the brick trucks eyes.

Joule face, too, went bright red and a small giggle escaped her throat. "Well.." She said softly. "I mean I can, but only if I receive some pleasure too."

“ What’s got you in such a bad mood this time, Flat-Top ? “ The steam engine questioned, his brows furrowing in mild irritation.

The brick truck wasn’t sure why he was always in a bad mood; he just was. It wasn’t that fun always being cranky and unlikable... but he wasn’t very good at being cheerful and friendly.

" Right.. So, is there something you want ? Or did you just come here to be mean ? " Nothing out of the ordinary then, and Rusty was honestly pretty used to it.

Before the steamer could answer, Flat-Top skated behind him and coupled up rather roughly. “Right, let’s go. Get this over with.”

Rusty decided that Flat-top was right in that it was best just to get it over with, and that's what he did. He was being a little faster than usual with his skating, but nothing noticable or dangerous.

“How long d’you reckon it’s gonna take, ’specially with your tiny little wheels?” He asked, already wishing their job was over and done with.

" Faster, if y' don't complain as much.. " He said, shifting uncomfortably at the tight grip Flat-top had. They were making considerable progress, but not as much as Rusty wished they were.

His attention shifted when he heard a quiet crunching sound, coming from his wheels, he glanced down breifly, before quickly shrugging it off. It wasn’t like he was gonna go see Wrench about it, no way.

He heard the crunch, but didn't pay any mind to it, figuring that it was just a rock or something. They'd arrive soon, thank the stars.

“Um... sorry, I guess..” He mumbled, his face going red with embarrassment. He wasn’t good with apologies.

" Alright, here we are - " He announced, letting out a small sigh. He was glad to be halfway done by now, and was hoping it'd speed up after this.

He frowned as he heard the crunching sound again, but brushed it off. He waited until the last of the bricks were loaded, then nodded. "Right, we can go now."

That was one of the many reasons Flat-Top was always so irritable; he rarely ever slept well, and he had to trudge through the day on only a couple hours of rest. He’d be lucky to sleep through the whole night.

She gave the brick truck a hesitant look before, giving a small nod. " What do you need help with ? " She asked, sounding curious and baffled at once.

“Well, uh, y’see...” His face was flushed red, and he was clearly struggling to get his words out. “I- I scored a date with this real pretty coach from another yard, but I was hopin’ to make myself a bit more..” He gestured to himself, “-presentable, I guess? Thought you’d be the best person to go to..”

“ What’s got you in such a bad mood this time, Flat-Top ? “ The steam engine questioned, his brows furrowing in mild irritation.

The brick truck wasn’t sure why he was always in a bad mood; he just was. It wasn’t that fun always being cranky and unlikable... but he wasn’t very good at being cheerful and friendly.

" Right.. So, is there something you want ? Or did you just come here to be mean ? " Nothing out of the ordinary then, and Rusty was honestly pretty used to it.

Before the steamer could answer, Flat-Top skated behind him and coupled up rather roughly. “Right, let’s go. Get this over with.”

Rusty decided that Flat-top was right in that it was best just to get it over with, and that's what he did. He was being a little faster than usual with his skating, but nothing noticable or dangerous.

“How long d’you reckon it’s gonna take, ’specially with your tiny little wheels?” He asked, already wishing their job was over and done with.

" Faster, if y' don't complain as much.. " He said, shifting uncomfortably at the tight grip Flat-top had. They were making considerable progress, but not as much as Rusty wished they were.

His attention shifted when he heard a quiet crunching sound, coming from his wheels, he glanced down breifly, before quickly shrugging it off. It wasn’t like he was gonna go see Wrench about it, no way.

He heard the crunch, but didn't pay any mind to it, figuring that it was just a rock or something. They'd arrive soon, thank the stars.

“Um... sorry, I guess..” He mumbled, his face going red with embarrassment. He wasn’t good with apologies.

" Alright, here we are - " He announced, letting out a small sigh. He was glad to be halfway done by now, and was hoping it'd speed up after this.

He frowned as he heard the crunching sound again, but brushed it off. He waited until the last of the bricks were loaded, then nodded. "Right, we can go now."

Joule giggled sweetly. "But you look like one! And it's fun to annoy you." She grinned before shining the flashlight back into the brick trucks eyes.

Joule face, too, went bright red and a small giggle escaped her throat. "Well.." She said softly. "I mean I can, but only if I receive some pleasure too."

“ What’s got you in such a bad mood this time, Flat-Top ? “ The steam engine questioned, his brows furrowing in mild irritation.

The brick truck wasn’t sure why he was always in a bad mood; he just was. It wasn’t that fun always being cranky and unlikable... but he wasn’t very good at being cheerful and friendly.

" Right.. So, is there something you want ? Or did you just come here to be mean ? " Nothing out of the ordinary then, and Rusty was honestly pretty used to it.

Before the steamer could answer, Flat-Top skated behind him and coupled up rather roughly. “Right, let’s go. Get this over with.”

Rusty decided that Flat-top was right in that it was best just to get it over with, and that's what he did. He was being a little faster than usual with his skating, but nothing noticable or dangerous.

“How long d’you reckon it’s gonna take, ’specially with your tiny little wheels?” He asked, already wishing their job was over and done with.

" Faster, if y' don't complain as much.. " He said, shifting uncomfortably at the tight grip Flat-top had. They were making considerable progress, but not as much as Rusty wished they were.

His attention shifted when he heard a quiet crunching sound, coming from his wheels, he glanced down breifly, before quickly shrugging it off. It wasn’t like he was gonna go see Wrench about it, no way.

He heard the crunch, but didn't pay any mind to it, figuring that it was just a rock or something. They'd arrive soon, thank the stars.

“Um... sorry, I guess..” He mumbled, his face going red with embarrassment. He wasn’t good with apologies.

“ What’s got you in such a bad mood this time, Flat-Top ? “ The steam engine questioned, his brows furrowing in mild irritation.

The brick truck wasn’t sure why he was always in a bad mood; he just was. It wasn’t that fun always being cranky and unlikable... but he wasn’t very good at being cheerful and friendly.

" Right.. So, is there something you want ? Or did you just come here to be mean ? " Nothing out of the ordinary then, and Rusty was honestly pretty used to it.

Before the steamer could answer, Flat-Top skated behind him and coupled up rather roughly. “Right, let’s go. Get this over with.”

Rusty decided that Flat-top was right in that it was best just to get it over with, and that's what he did. He was being a little faster than usual with his skating, but nothing noticable or dangerous.

“How long d’you reckon it’s gonna take, ’specially with your tiny little wheels?” He asked, already wishing their job was over and done with.

" Faster, if y' don't complain as much.. " He said, shifting uncomfortably at the tight grip Flat-top had. They were making considerable progress, but not as much as Rusty wished they were.

His attention shifted when he heard a quiet crunching sound, coming from his wheels, he glanced down breifly, before quickly shrugging it off. It wasn’t like he was gonna go see Wrench about it, no way.

“What d'you want from me?” She sighed, but was curious what Flat Top wanted from her.

Flat-Top wanted to protest, but at the mention that he could put Dustin in danger he quickly decided not to, instead just nodding. “Okay, yeah. I’ll have some. Don’t wanna hurt Dustin…”

Privately, the brick truck thought he’d be able to handle any punishment, but he had a feeling that Wrench wouldn’t be very impressed if he said that out loud. So instead he just followed behind her quietly.

He picked up the carton of milk and an apple, taking a bite out of it. He didn’t like fruit that much, but when he was hungry enough he didn’t care. “D’you ever eat normal food?” He asked, glancing up at her.

She stiffened slightly at his next question before shrugging. “Sometimes.. I-I try to eat as little as possible because of personal reasons.” She let out a weak laugh and shook her head before leaning back against the chair.

He paused for a moment as Wrench spoke, then shrugged and nodded. “Fair enough. Your business, not mine.” He muttered, going back to eating.

Honestly, he wasn't sure what the other wanted from him. He was tempted to ask, but stuck to pointed silence instead.

“Y’know Poppa sent me over here ’cos he thought you’d be a ‘good example’ for me or something, but I reckon you could learn some stuff from me. No offence mate, but you ain’t exactly very creative with your weapon choices. Seriously, just guns? Boring.”

But... He supposed he could humour him.

He hooked his brick back onto his belt, then skated forward until he was right in front of Krupp. “C’mon mate, a one-sided conversation ain’t that exciting.” He tapped on the bigger truck’s chestplate, still scowling.

He paused for a moment before continuing. " I'm not sure what you want from me, but whatever you're doing, you're not being impressive. "

" And why do you have to listen to him ? " He asked, genuinely not knowing. " Isn't it Control who tells you what to do. "

He smiled slightly; the old sleeping car was a mother figure to most of the yard, and she could get even Flat-Top to listen to her.

" Unless they somehow managed to strike a deal with Electra that I somehow managed to miss, I don't really care. "

He began skating in slow circles around Krupp. “So, what do you do all day? Just stand here looking bored?”