This one's faster than we thought!

『🍎』it always felt nice to get some time off from racing to have some fun. As much as Crash loved to race,he loved playing on the beach a bit more! Which why it wasn’t surprising that the Orange Bandicoot was running across the sand,chasing a blue butterfly.

When Crash thought he was close enough to the insect,he leaps forward in an attempt to grab it only to fall a bit short and land face first into the sand. He was still for a few seconds before he lifted his head up,the wide smile never leaving his face as he lets out a happy noise. It was cut off when the other noticed the alien,his mouth closing into the thin line for a moment as his eyes glance elsewhere for a moment. He recognises the other from a few races,doesn’t this one also have a bigger version?

Green eyes soon looked back over to the other as Crash pushed himself up onto his knees,shaking some of the sand off him for a moment before giving the small alien a awkward wave hello.   

one big ear twitched as the note of something hitting the sand caught his attention,  he glanced over, slight frown across his face. oh don’t be something or someone annoying.... and luckily it wasn’t. 

he hoped so atleast, he didn’t know much of the bandicoot asides from him racing and apparently being faster than planet destroying aliens, so he trusted his assumptions were indeed correct. wonder what he was doing on this empty beach. he watched for a second, before the sight of the wave made him blink. huh? oh wait right, that’s a greeting.

well so much for sulking in silence, he lifted his hand slightly, giving a very small wave, accompanied by a welcoming yet somehow irritated whistle. it wasn’t really known how norm could even manage such sounds, expressive whistling such as his wasn’t exactly something usual. 

now it wasn’t exactly normal for the smaller mime to be out on his own without one of his oh-so sacred books. but hey, blame his bigger half. apparently he should be doing more things and whatever else, not his fault he preferred reading, norm. even though he knew sulking would fix nothing, he might as well. legs and arms crossed, y’know maybe if he just sat around doing nothing, whilst that barbaric version of him went around doing,, whatever he does -races? he didn’t know- maybe he could just return and act like he did do something.. that’d get his book back easy enough, right? they didn’t share memories after all, no way could Big Norm find out what he’d done.

like/reblog this post for a starter. capping at 4 for now until i get more used to doing these h- (if multimuse state what muse thanks :) ) 

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