#racingforpurpose

Zane hadn’t been expected to be knocked to the ground at the beginning of his shift- nonetheless knocked down at all.

It had happened in a split moment; he’d gone to check the price on an item for a cashier whenever he felt another suddenly barrel into him as he turned the corner. He groaned, rolling over onto his side.

He looked irritated, but he moreso wanted to stay on the tiled floor for the rest of his life, rather embarrassed. He slowly looked up to see who the culprit was, finding himself looking at someone in the same uniform. Their nametag wasn’t pinned properly to their uniform and Zane couldn’t remember his name to save his life.

Had he met this guy before?

For once, Cisst was actually napping. He didn’t need to wear that bulky uniform, and this new one... was rather light. If anything, he did like it. It looked nice, it was comfortable, and he felt like a bounty hunter would wear this.

He heard footsteps not far off, causing him to wake up and grab his Kukri, tipping his hat up so he could see. ...Oh, it was just Parker. He set the blade back down and waved to him.

Crossover plotting be like–

Does the internet hate me yet

//Ty this is why I love you

//IM STILL FUCKING GIGGLING LIKE YOU PICKED THAT FACE FOR MANOLO HJRSFSGDSFD

Russell sat on a nearby fence. He sipped at some water, having just returned from a long run. He was wrapped up warm and seemed quite content. If anything, it seemed rather normal.

However, what wasn’t so normal were the strange wings that rested on his back. They were partially folded and drooped against the wood of the fence. Occasionally, he would reach up and pluck one of the petals off, wincing as though pulling out a hair on his arm. 

After a few seconds, two more would pop up in their place. His eyes then widened and he offered a small wave to Parker.

The sun had just started to slowly peak over the horizon when Steven came out from the house, bathing the water in soft yellows and reds. He’d been up for longer than he’d readily admit, but not due to anything negative, for once.

Instead, the hybrid was overly excited. There was an actual human living in his household- one that he could talk about all the time about... human things! While he had his human friends, Steven definitely didn’t have a human roommate, and he’d been more than eager to try to set up the coach for Parker the night before. 

When he woke up, the first thing he did was look for Parker. If anything, he wanted to befriend him- he seemed friendly enough, and Pearl had let him stay in their house anyways. 

“Good morning Parker!” In his hands was a plate, with reheated pancakes. On top of the pancakes, Steven wrote a sloppy ‘welcome home’ in chocolate syrup, alongside a little smiley face. Whipped cream and little star-shaped sprinkles adorned the outside of the pancakes, and although they were messy, they were definitely heartful. “I slept alright- just wanted to wake up and see the sunrise. Aaaaand I made you breakfast! I wasn’t sure if you liked chocolate syrup or not, and if you don’t like it, I can always make you another pancake-”

Steven cut himself off as he handed the plate to Parker, running back inside for a fork, setting it next to the plate.