Now she was pouting, and as she was sat down on the couch she let the tiredness set in. She settled in a little, but as he turned to leave her hand shot out, snagging the back of his pants.
“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not letting you around my racers without supervision!” No offence to him, but…he had a penchant for managing to set things on fire. And making things explode. She was picky with who she let roam around her garage and touch her things- these were her babies. She was pretty much the inventor of them!
He yelped at the sudden touch and turned rather quickly, almost losing his balance. When he finally managed to straighten, there was a large stripe of red from one ear tip across his face to the other.
“H-hey-! I-I’ll be fine….!”
