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Waiting around at the broken bike was weird for all three of the kids. Mad gear and the missile kid had been gone for longer than they had liked, newsie wasnt even sure if the two were going to come back or if the group had been effectively stranded.
“If they dont come back in ten minutes i think we should try getting to tommy’s by foot” kobra broke the silence, his hands shaking as he held his motor cycle helmet.
Pony groaned from where they were laying starfished in the sand. Newsie had to agree.
“Well, show pones, i cant think of a better idea” kobra rolled his eyes, sitting back down. “I cant believe i gave those clowns an IOU over this.”
“Do you really think they arent coming back?” newsie shrugged off her jacket, looking up at kobra “maybe its just taking them while?”
“I dont think i should take them this long-” kobra was cut off by figures in the distance. Mad gear and the missile kid had returned, missile kid carrying a can of what newsie assumed to be gas.
“Okay, to make this clear you owe us” mad gear looked over the kids again. Newsie was sure mad gear couldnt be over 16, so why he was acting like an actual adult was beyond her. Cherri was almost that old.
“Yeah, yeah i heard you the first time. Can we get our gas now?” kobra was getting impatient which instantly put newsie on edge. He never seemed to run out of calm.
“Witch, learn some manners” missile kid stuck her tongue out at kobra who just glared further at the two. Once their gas tank was filled back up kobra kid seemed to calm down, half heartedly thanking mad gear for the help.
“Dee’s gonna be wondering why we took so long” show pony complained. Mad gear and the missile kid were still in ear shot and turned around the face the group once again.
“Dee?” mad gear looked at the group strangely “like doctor death defying?”
“Yeah- the one from the radio. We work for him.” kobra was bouncing his leg, newsie wanted to get out of there as much as he did.
“Okay, well im going to use my favour then.” kobra groaned, putting his head on the space between the handle bard but mad gear continued anyway “we are making songs, you three need to get us on the radio.”
“You can make songs?” show pony sat up a bit “thats not how it works.”
“We found a guitar so we can.” mad gear bit back “we just dont got anywhere to play or anyone to play for.”
“Well then it sounds like you suck at music.”
“Shut it, new fox.” mad gear was glaring “we are great at playing, we even got a recording. We know where the station is, convince dr death to get us on air and we can drop it off.”
“Fine. can we go now?”
Finally without anymore arguing the group headed off again on their bike. God they were going to have a lot of explaining to do.