#wtbd

Y/N Horner couldn’t say she hadn’t missed the loud noises of the garage, in fact even now she was still in awe at the sounds of machinery working together creating a beautiful melody like a well conducted orchestra. Maybe it was because of her Father dragging her to race after race that the y/h/c girl found some sort of solace in the noise even if the running engines only use for the day was practise. In fact the entire weekend felt like some sort of personal nirvana. It humoured her that this tarmacked circle felt more like home then London had for a while. 

It had been a couple of hours since Max had escorted Y/N Horner to Red Bull’s hospitality and it seemed like she was the only thing on his mind, nothing else mattered. Not his car or the race, not the thought of winning or losing just her. The Dutchman had harboured a crush on the girl ever since he’d met her. She was 16 and feisty… not to mention totally totally out of his league. But seeing her stood in the garage with large headphones on now donned in an oversized Red Bull team jacket had solidified the Dutchman's feelings. “Can I talk to you?” Max asked fingers in his ears using his elbow to gesture at his drivers room, one of the only places not overrun with Red Bull employees. 

Me then: I decided to draw pre-StrexCorp Kevin because fuck StrexCorp.

Me now: STREX CORP KEVIN STREX CORP KEVIN

Puppies! Puppies are the…the puupiest. They are so fluffy and…they flop. Totally just so much fur.

I think /you’re/ the cuterest little grey face person~

Alderstar watched as his son and his son’s boyfriend scrambled towards him, both with fur puffed out on edge. “Pa!” Perchpaw managed.

Vireopaw continued, speaking much quicker than usual.

“A skulking beast! A terrible creature!” He cried. “The Ring of death has summoned it to feast upon the dead!”

The two apprentices collapsed in a pile of tabby and black fluff, panting heavily.

Alderstar- in a rare moment of intelligence- didn’t need a translator for Viri this time.

“What were you two doing near the death ring?” He scolded. “You know that you aren’t allowed anywhere near there.”

Viri groomed their fur shakily, head threatening to roll off their shoulders. “ The warnings of this one, at best, went unheeded. A skull was the quarry, or even one bone. But instead there’s a beast! A monster with a pelt of fog and eyes blacker than tar!”

Alder narrowed his eyes. “You better not be making this up.”

Vireopaw wailed softly in protest, and Alder couldn’t help purring a little. “Not you, Viri, I know you don’t lie. Show me where you found this ‘beast’”

As the trio approached the death ring, Alder was surprised to hear the sound of something eating. Viri had puffed out to three times his regular size- an impressive feat considering his short fur- and even Perchpaw looked ready to run.

Alderstar peeked around the corner, and saw a little white kit eating away at one of the fading corpses. “That’s all?” He hissed to the apprentices. Or, would’ve hissed, if the apprentices had stuck around. Instead, the pair was cowering behind a rock.

Alderstar sighed and walked over to the kit.

“Hey, are you ok?” He asked.

The kit’s head snapped up, and Alderstar screamed and ran for his life.