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[raceme]

Ah!Thisthingisfinallygettingasignal. [Blurr’s face shows up. It’s been weeks since he posted and he looks tired, scratched and in need of a good rest, but he’s smiling.

Because he's in the wastelands the communication is filled with static and sometimes it might fail completely.]

Greetings! I hope everyone's ^{doing well. It's been} some time and now I'm afraid I need your help. [He moves to show rusty old trailer next to him, on its side.]

I replaced the tires of the trailer and tried to the fix the broken _{axels but there} was just so much I could do with something so old and rusted. I’ve been trying to flip it to the right position for hours but I do not process the necessary strength to do that. And in case you are wondering why I ^{want to take this} old thing to the Haven…

[Blurr opens the back of the trailer and sure it’s filled with wheels. Long lasting and highly durable, so durable they survived to this day untouched by time.

Merry belated Christmas, people.]

Comments

[raceme]

Maybe I should but _{what's the} point of forcing you to stay? You wouldn't be happy. [And that's why he's trying not to make a fuss over this. It's hard, though.]

Vector's boons are useful too if you want to try something more risky. [Blurr is not sure is flying could make things worse or better, though.] Soon, soon...

[namesnotprowl]

I wouldn't be. And I'm grateful you understand. That is something that I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you for, you know. [He doesn't think he'd be able to just let Blurr go without making a few complaints if their positions were reversed.]

That would be interesting. But I confess... I'm afraid of flying under my own speed. [The ship was different, but he has shrieked while bumming a ride on his jet friends more than once.] I can hardly wait that long~

[raceme]

You don't have too. This is what boyfriends are for. [He might not complain but he will still wait for Barricade to come back one day.]

Then we will leave that for another occasion. No need to break one of your legs when you are about to leave. [Poor poor Cade.] It will be worth it, I promise.