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Inspired by an rp between me and Nurrrr~ (I play Jak and she plays Dax. X3 Her Dax is so cute, all loving and loyal- while my Jak won't stop unnecesarily angsting 83 In all odd respects its kinda IC)
I say 'inspired' becaue in the rp Dax was turned human (as all good stories and what not start off X3) and wearing Jak's shirt to save his nakedness. But oh well- no bare chested jak for you~

Certain things in rps just stick with ya. And this lil scene I could picture very well (though its somewhere way in the beginning) X3 I had to draw it.

The rp snippet (83 makes the description quite large, dun it):

The gun was shoved back into its holster and Jak pulled his friend back into his arms as he continued to walk out from the armoury out into the city. A shrug and a smile to Daxter as he walked along.
Torn would wonder where the raw eco was and why there was no white eco left over for his use-- fuck him! Fuck Samos! Daxter was human again! That's all that mattered! The underground could crash and burn with the rest of the city- as long as Daxter was happy as he was.
Now they just needed a ride. Jak looked up then jumped up to grab a two seater, climb in and chuck the other person out. He set his friend down in the other seat, though he kind of wished the boy was still in his arms. He'd always had Daxter resting on him, the small weight and warmth a constant comfort. Maybe it was strange, and he'd have to get used to the distance... maybe.
He took off in the zoomer.

Daxter just clung to Jak the entire time in the man's arms. Ducking his legs when he was placed in the zoomer. It felt odd to be actually filling a seat. Usually he was only covering a tiny spot but being his human self again, his legs actually went over the seat and beat to have the feet touch the floor of the zoomer. "Heh....now Torn can't talk down to me anymore. Not anymore."

Jak just shook his head good humouredly at his friend. Torn is still taller than you, Dax. Though he said this through facial expressions and looks rather than verbally.
Through the city they flew, through the slums toward the Underground. Jak idly watched as Daxter looked at the city through new eyes. It was truly like the boy was reborn again. Life couldn't be better.
Lowering to the ground the zoomer came to a stop. Jak hopped out and went over to offer his friend a hand to get out. It was something else to get used to a new body, and Daxter wasn't exactly known for his grace over all.

"Yeah yeah yeah I know...he's taller then you which means he's taller then me. But...ya know I'm not as small as I use to be anymore." He stretches his arms out, grinning and tucking them behind his head. "Ahh....yeah....I can't wait to start enjoying life like this again. Ooh yeah. "

Jak couldn't help but smile after his friend as they walked through the door to the underground. Past the bunk beds was Torn as usual sifting through his papers, organizing, strategizing their next move against the Baron. He didn't even bother looking up at either of them, especially Daxter and his new form.
"You're back. Where's the eco?"

Jak's rare happy expression fell and darkened.

"Eco? Eco!? Look you tattooed wonder...Jak and I just went through hell and back. There ain't no eco...mainly cause that eco was for me any who so there." He stuck his tongue out at the taller guy and then went to Jak's side using his fingers to force a smile on the other's face.

Torn slammed his hands flat on the desk glaring sharply at Daxter, "Once a rat, always a rat! It doesn't matter what form you take, rodent, you will and always will be a useless rat!" the man sneered, "That eco is more important to the underground-- than it is using it on some worthless cause like you!"

Jak's eyes narrowed dangerously at Torn. He gently took Daxter's still smaller hands in his and lowered them from their attempts at making him smile. He held a dark icy gaze toward Torn a long moment before he turned wordlessly to lead Daxter by the hand to the separate room to get him proper clothes.

"Jak!" Torn tried but was ignored, "....Godamnit."

Daxter blinked, a bit taken off guard. He would have thought to seen some sort of congrats. But noooo...Torn had to remain badass. Huffing he let Jak take his hand and lead him away. "Silent treatment to you Torn! Disrespect Jak's friend and yer cut off!"

Description
Inspired by an rp between me and Nurrrr~ (I play Jak and she plays Dax. X3 Her Dax is so cute, all loving and loyal- while my Jak won't stop unnecesarily angsting 83 In all odd respects its kinda IC)
I say 'inspired' becaue in the rp Dax was turned human (as all good stories and what not start off X3) and wearing Jak's shirt to save his nakedness. But oh well- no bare chested jak for you~

Certain things in rps just stick with ya. And this lil scene I could picture very well (though its somewhere way in the beginning) X3 I had to draw it.

The rp snippet (83 makes the description quite large, dun it):

The gun was shoved back into its holster and Jak pulled his friend back into his arms as he continued to walk out from the armoury out into the city. A shrug and a smile to Daxter as he walked along.
Torn would wonder where the raw eco was and why there was no white eco left over for his use-- fuck him! Fuck Samos! Daxter was human again! That's all that mattered! The underground could crash and burn with the rest of the city- as long as Daxter was happy as he was.
Now they just needed a ride. Jak looked up then jumped up to grab a two seater, climb in and chuck the other person out. He set his friend down in the other seat, though he kind of wished the boy was still in his arms. He'd always had Daxter resting on him, the small weight and warmth a constant comfort. Maybe it was strange, and he'd have to get used to the distance... maybe.
He took off in the zoomer.

Daxter just clung to Jak the entire time in the man's arms. Ducking his legs when he was placed in the zoomer. It felt odd to be actually filling a seat. Usually he was only covering a tiny spot but being his human self again, his legs actually went over the seat and beat to have the feet touch the floor of the zoomer. "Heh....now Torn can't talk down to me anymore. Not anymore."

Jak just shook his head good humouredly at his friend. Torn is still taller than you, Dax. Though he said this through facial expressions and looks rather than verbally.
Through the city they flew, through the slums toward the Underground. Jak idly watched as Daxter looked at the city through new eyes. It was truly like the boy was reborn again. Life couldn't be better.
Lowering to the ground the zoomer came to a stop. Jak hopped out and went over to offer his friend a hand to get out. It was something else to get used to a new body, and Daxter wasn't exactly known for his grace over all.

"Yeah yeah yeah I know...he's taller then you which means he's taller then me. But...ya know I'm not as small as I use to be anymore." He stretches his arms out, grinning and tucking them behind his head. "Ahh....yeah....I can't wait to start enjoying life like this again. Ooh yeah. "

Jak couldn't help but smile after his friend as they walked through the door to the underground. Past the bunk beds was Torn as usual sifting through his papers, organizing, strategizing their next move against the Baron. He didn't even bother looking up at either of them, especially Daxter and his new form.
"You're back. Where's the eco?"

Jak's rare happy expression fell and darkened.

"Eco? Eco!? Look you tattooed wonder...Jak and I just went through hell and back. There ain't no eco...mainly cause that eco was for me any who so there." He stuck his tongue out at the taller guy and then went to Jak's side using his fingers to force a smile on the other's face.

Torn slammed his hands flat on the desk glaring sharply at Daxter, "Once a rat, always a rat! It doesn't matter what form you take, rodent, you will and always will be a useless rat!" the man sneered, "That eco is more important to the underground-- than it is using it on some worthless cause like you!"

Jak's eyes narrowed dangerously at Torn. He gently took Daxter's still smaller hands in his and lowered them from their attempts at making him smile. He held a dark icy gaze toward Torn a long moment before he turned wordlessly to lead Daxter by the hand to the separate room to get him proper clothes.

"Jak!" Torn tried but was ignored, "....Godamnit."

Daxter blinked, a bit taken off guard. He would have thought to seen some sort of congrats. But noooo...Torn had to remain badass. Huffing he let Jak take his hand and lead him away. "Silent treatment to you Torn! Disrespect Jak's friend and yer cut off!"