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You watched the TV in the bunker from the firehouse, the channel being a race - car one.

You also liked race cars since they were pretty fun and cool, unless someone got hurt or, worse. But that’s beside the point. You loved the colors, the cheers, and the little toy which you collect.

You watch and lean back as it starts to go on. The screen going over to the cars, there engines running. You looked at them until you saw a familiar color scheme. You bent forward and squinted your eyes.

You gasp and realized it was Blurr, and instead of training, like he was suppose too, he was racing. Since that’s the only thing he’s ’good at’ and denies doing anything else! Listen, you like race - cars, but at least there not self centered as Blurr is.

You gave a light growl as you leaned back, you were gonna give to him when he came back..

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You heard the whistling of Blurr come by as he went into the bunker. Your burrow’s furrowed and got up, storming over.

He gave a ‘hey’, clueless of your angry expression. As he walked back, you yelled and pointed out that you saw him. He froze and slowly turned around. He now had a nervous expression on his faceplate instead of the relaxed one.

He tried speaking up for himself;

“..what?, I was with Heatwave the whole time!”