Call me Rusty if you dare!

I might at moments still use them if anyone really wants to do a plotted rp - I'm not entirely against that. But other than that I'm putting them on hold.

“ What’s got you all philosphical today, huh ? “ Rusty inquired, leaning back a little from where he sat.

“I- I dunno really..” He mumbled, leaning back on his hands and glancing down at his wheels. “Just.. thinking, I guess. I don’t really know what I’m talking about..” He laughed awkwardly, looking more embarrassed.

" You're really clever, Dustin. " He chuckled, hopping down from where he was sitting. " A lotta people don't see that in you, but they should. "

The hopper had sadly received little to no education at his old yard, a fact he was quite insecure about. He tried his best to learn, but even the easiest think were difficult for him.

" You're the smartest out of all the freight, in my opinion. " He said with a small shrug, trying his best to reassure his friend. " Really, honest to Starlight. "

'I'm the stupid one, really...' He thought to himself, not realising he'd spoken aloud.

" That title goes to Flat-top, t'be honest. " He chuckled. " He ain't dumb either, but you're definitely the brains, y'know ? "

Dustin had tried his best to teach himself more, but he never managed to get very far with anything; and he was far too embarrassed to ask for help.

" Doesn't mean you're not smart in other ways. " The steamer shook his head. " Like, emotions ! .. You're real good with those, y'know, relating t' how other trains feel 'n... sympathising. " Rusty tried his best to assure his friend.

“ 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.

He wasn't sure what exactly it was Greaseball was apologising for, but Rusty had already forgiven the diesel for what he'd done to him. They'd all made some mistakes back then, and if he could forgive the others, like Pearl, Electra and CB, GB wasn't going to be an exception.

It felt strange apologizing, but Wrench had insisted on it as part of the psychological half of his therapy. It was strange, but... it felt good too.

" Figure it's better to forgive and forget, 'cause there's no good in holding a grudge. It'd be different if you don't want to change, but - you do, so. "

He paused again, looking a little nervous. “Hey, um... Rusty? I.. don’t suppose you an’ Pearl would wanna come over for lunch, would ya? I-If y’give us an hour or so to get everythin’ ready, you could come by then...?”

" That'd be swell. " He nodded. Rusty was trying his best to be nice, the diesel wasn't very good at covering up his nervous state. Rusty understood, though. He'd probably be pretty awkward in that kind of situation too.

He still sounded a little confused, not quite believing that Rusty was giving him a second chance. After how awfully he’d treated the steamer, why was he willing to be friendly with him?

" After the races, 'n crash an' everything, I just... I worried about you. " He gave a small shrug.

“O-Oh, no, I’m fine! I’m fine. Ya don’t gotta be worried.” He laughed awkwardly. “..Wh-Why were you worryin’ about me...? I- I was an asshole to ya..”

" You were really hurt, so was Electra and CB. I was worrying about all of you... " He looked down to the ground, rolling his wheels over the gravel.

He smiled slightly. “Well, uh... thanks, Rusty. I appreciate it. I’ll, uh.. see you an’ Pearl later then? You can meet Turbo finally.” A hint of pride creeped into the diesel’s tone; he loved talking about his newborn son.

" See ya then, GB ! " He gave the other engine a small wave before skating off to his home. He'd have to let Pearl know as soon as possible, so she could get ready.

The baby diesel cooed happily up at his father, occasionally kicking his tiny legs. Greaseball smiled softly, gently stroking his son’s hair, and settled down to wait for their guests.

It didn't take long for both of them to get ready, even with Pearl fussing about everything. And soon they'd headed off, when the time was right. It didn't take long for them to arrive, and for Rusty to be knocking on their door. The steamer was feeling pretty nervous, and Pearl was trying her best to reassure him things would be fine.

Turbo squealed happily when he saw the couple, kicking his little legs and reaching out towards them with a tiny hand.

While Rusty had been looking around, Pearl was occupying herself with babying Turbo. She honestly couldn't help herself, he was just so adorable.

Dinah then skated into the room, smiling brightly. She’d put on a brand-new dress for the occasion, and gone the whole nine yards; very different from Greaseball, who was still just in sweatpants and a t-shirt. “You’re here!” She cried, skating over to Rusty and Pearl. “Oh I’m so glad you could make it, this is gonna be so fun!”

Rusty nearly jumped in surprise when Dinah entered, though he quickly smiled when he realized it was just her. " Glad to be here - " He replied as Pearl rolled over, who was looking just as excited as the dining car as she greeted her.

“He did enough growin’ when he was in me,” Dinah muttered dryly, although her tone wasn’t malicious, “I still look pregnant, I’ve had folks stop an’ ask if we’re already havin’ another one!”

Though Rusty wholeheartedly agreed, he stuck to staying quiet, switching between looking at his wheels and giving Turbo a few glances. He wasn't entirely unfamiliar with babies of course, but it was the first time he'd really ever seen so close by; let alone one that was a friend's.

He wasn't sure what exactly it was Greaseball was apologising for, but Rusty had already forgiven the diesel for what he'd done to him. They'd all made some mistakes back then, and if he could forgive the others, like Pearl, Electra and CB, GB wasn't going to be an exception.

It felt strange apologizing, but Wrench had insisted on it as part of the psychological half of his therapy. It was strange, but... it felt good too.

" Figure it's better to forgive and forget, 'cause there's no good in holding a grudge. It'd be different if you don't want to change, but - you do, so. "

He paused again, looking a little nervous. “Hey, um... Rusty? I.. don’t suppose you an’ Pearl would wanna come over for lunch, would ya? I-If y’give us an hour or so to get everythin’ ready, you could come by then...?”

" That'd be swell. " He nodded. Rusty was trying his best to be nice, the diesel wasn't very good at covering up his nervous state. Rusty understood, though. He'd probably be pretty awkward in that kind of situation too.

He still sounded a little confused, not quite believing that Rusty was giving him a second chance. After how awfully he’d treated the steamer, why was he willing to be friendly with him?

" After the races, 'n crash an' everything, I just... I worried about you. " He gave a small shrug.

“O-Oh, no, I’m fine! I’m fine. Ya don’t gotta be worried.” He laughed awkwardly. “..Wh-Why were you worryin’ about me...? I- I was an asshole to ya..”

" You were really hurt, so was Electra and CB. I was worrying about all of you... " He looked down to the ground, rolling his wheels over the gravel.

He smiled slightly. “Well, uh... thanks, Rusty. I appreciate it. I’ll, uh.. see you an’ Pearl later then? You can meet Turbo finally.” A hint of pride creeped into the diesel’s tone; he loved talking about his newborn son.

" See ya then, GB ! " He gave the other engine a small wave before skating off to his home. He'd have to let Pearl know as soon as possible, so she could get ready.

The baby diesel cooed happily up at his father, occasionally kicking his tiny legs. Greaseball smiled softly, gently stroking his son’s hair, and settled down to wait for their guests.

It didn't take long for both of them to get ready, even with Pearl fussing about everything. And soon they'd headed off, when the time was right. It didn't take long for them to arrive, and for Rusty to be knocking on their door. The steamer was feeling pretty nervous, and Pearl was trying her best to reassure him things would be fine.

Turbo squealed happily when he saw the couple, kicking his little legs and reaching out towards them with a tiny hand.

While Rusty had been looking around, Pearl was occupying herself with babying Turbo. She honestly couldn't help herself, he was just so adorable.

Dinah then skated into the room, smiling brightly. She’d put on a brand-new dress for the occasion, and gone the whole nine yards; very different from Greaseball, who was still just in sweatpants and a t-shirt. “You’re here!” She cried, skating over to Rusty and Pearl. “Oh I’m so glad you could make it, this is gonna be so fun!”

Rusty nearly jumped in surprise when Dinah entered, though he quickly smiled when he realized it was just her. " Glad to be here - " He replied as Pearl rolled over, who was looking just as excited as the dining car as she greeted her.

He wasn't sure what exactly it was Greaseball was apologising for, but Rusty had already forgiven the diesel for what he'd done to him. They'd all made some mistakes back then, and if he could forgive the others, like Pearl, Electra and CB, GB wasn't going to be an exception.

It felt strange apologizing, but Wrench had insisted on it as part of the psychological half of his therapy. It was strange, but... it felt good too.

" Figure it's better to forgive and forget, 'cause there's no good in holding a grudge. It'd be different if you don't want to change, but - you do, so. "

He paused again, looking a little nervous. “Hey, um... Rusty? I.. don’t suppose you an’ Pearl would wanna come over for lunch, would ya? I-If y’give us an hour or so to get everythin’ ready, you could come by then...?”

" That'd be swell. " He nodded. Rusty was trying his best to be nice, the diesel wasn't very good at covering up his nervous state. Rusty understood, though. He'd probably be pretty awkward in that kind of situation too.

He still sounded a little confused, not quite believing that Rusty was giving him a second chance. After how awfully he’d treated the steamer, why was he willing to be friendly with him?

" After the races, 'n crash an' everything, I just... I worried about you. " He gave a small shrug.

“O-Oh, no, I’m fine! I’m fine. Ya don’t gotta be worried.” He laughed awkwardly. “..Wh-Why were you worryin’ about me...? I- I was an asshole to ya..”

" You were really hurt, so was Electra and CB. I was worrying about all of you... " He looked down to the ground, rolling his wheels over the gravel.

He smiled slightly. “Well, uh... thanks, Rusty. I appreciate it. I’ll, uh.. see you an’ Pearl later then? You can meet Turbo finally.” A hint of pride creeped into the diesel’s tone; he loved talking about his newborn son.

" See ya then, GB ! " He gave the other engine a small wave before skating off to his home. He'd have to let Pearl know as soon as possible, so she could get ready.

The baby diesel cooed happily up at his father, occasionally kicking his tiny legs. Greaseball smiled softly, gently stroking his son’s hair, and settled down to wait for their guests.

It didn't take long for both of them to get ready, even with Pearl fussing about everything. And soon they'd headed off, when the time was right. It didn't take long for them to arrive, and for Rusty to be knocking on their door. The steamer was feeling pretty nervous, and Pearl was trying her best to reassure him things would be fine.

Turbo squealed happily when he saw the couple, kicking his little legs and reaching out towards them with a tiny hand.

While Rusty had been looking around, Pearl was occupying herself with babying Turbo. She honestly couldn't help herself, he was just so adorable.

“ What’s got you all philosphical today, huh ? “ Rusty inquired, leaning back a little from where he sat.

“I- I dunno really..” He mumbled, leaning back on his hands and glancing down at his wheels. “Just.. thinking, I guess. I don’t really know what I’m talking about..” He laughed awkwardly, looking more embarrassed.

" You're really clever, Dustin. " He chuckled, hopping down from where he was sitting. " A lotta people don't see that in you, but they should. "

The hopper had sadly received little to no education at his old yard, a fact he was quite insecure about. He tried his best to learn, but even the easiest think were difficult for him.

" You're the smartest out of all the freight, in my opinion. " He said with a small shrug, trying his best to reassure his friend. " Really, honest to Starlight. "

'I'm the stupid one, really...' He thought to himself, not realising he'd spoken aloud.

" That title goes to Flat-top, t'be honest. " He chuckled. " He ain't dumb either, but you're definitely the brains, y'know ? "

“ 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."

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“ 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.

“ 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.

He wasn't sure what exactly it was Greaseball was apologising for, but Rusty had already forgiven the diesel for what he'd done to him. They'd all made some mistakes back then, and if he could forgive the others, like Pearl, Electra and CB, GB wasn't going to be an exception.

It felt strange apologizing, but Wrench had insisted on it as part of the psychological half of his therapy. It was strange, but... it felt good too.

" Figure it's better to forgive and forget, 'cause there's no good in holding a grudge. It'd be different if you don't want to change, but - you do, so. "

He paused again, looking a little nervous. “Hey, um... Rusty? I.. don’t suppose you an’ Pearl would wanna come over for lunch, would ya? I-If y’give us an hour or so to get everythin’ ready, you could come by then...?”

" That'd be swell. " He nodded. Rusty was trying his best to be nice, the diesel wasn't very good at covering up his nervous state. Rusty understood, though. He'd probably be pretty awkward in that kind of situation too.

He still sounded a little confused, not quite believing that Rusty was giving him a second chance. After how awfully he’d treated the steamer, why was he willing to be friendly with him?

" After the races, 'n crash an' everything, I just... I worried about you. " He gave a small shrug.

“O-Oh, no, I’m fine! I’m fine. Ya don’t gotta be worried.” He laughed awkwardly. “..Wh-Why were you worryin’ about me...? I- I was an asshole to ya..”

" You were really hurt, so was Electra and CB. I was worrying about all of you... " He looked down to the ground, rolling his wheels over the gravel.

He smiled slightly. “Well, uh... thanks, Rusty. I appreciate it. I’ll, uh.. see you an’ Pearl later then? You can meet Turbo finally.” A hint of pride creeped into the diesel’s tone; he loved talking about his newborn son.

" See ya then, GB ! " He gave the other engine a small wave before skating off to his home. He'd have to let Pearl know as soon as possible, so she could get ready.

The baby diesel cooed happily up at his father, occasionally kicking his tiny legs. Greaseball smiled softly, gently stroking his son’s hair, and settled down to wait for their guests.

It didn't take long for both of them to get ready, even with Pearl fussing about everything. And soon they'd headed off, when the time was right. It didn't take long for them to arrive, and for Rusty to be knocking on their door. The steamer was feeling pretty nervous, and Pearl was trying her best to reassure him things would be fine.

“ 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.

“A female - especially one who lives off of blood and magic - is going to have her mood swings.”