Can you write about Fyshur flinging Pacesetter out of his suite by hitting him with their car (they're in love your honor)(Flint catches him in his arms)
sure!! i might take a few liberties here (i.e. with flint catching graham, because he would, but i doubt it would be graceful), but i love toontown reqs so here we go :>
All Star Suites was surprisingly quiet, a rarity, even in the middle of the night. The moon shone brightly down on the streets of Drowsy Dreamland, illuminating the playground just as well as the sun would have. Most Toons had dispersed from the area, leaving the streets and shops mostly empty.
Graham Ness Payser found himself lounging for once, his metallic body draped over the plush couch in the lobby of All Star Suites, his gaze drifting aimlessly across the sky, darting from star to star. It was an unusual occasion for him to take a moment to rest, most of his spare time spent pacing in circles in his private room. He found himself enjoying the peace despite his fast paced personality, one hand lifting to pull his sunglasses from his face as he let his body sink further into the cushions.
A sound from behind caught his attention, his fine-tuned wiring programmed to pick up even the slightest sound, some kind of extra security ordained by Cog Nation after the influx of well-trained Toons took down many managers all over Toontown. Whirling around at the same time as he scrambled off of the couch, his eyes were met with the sight of a cat Toon, their face quirked up into a mischievous grin.
"Who-- Fyshur. You again?" Graham spoke, his body relaxing a smidge at the sight of the familiar cat.
"Yep. Me again." Fyshur replied smugly, hopping up onto the lobby counter, their legs swinging back and forth as they made themself right at home in Graham's home.
Graham stood in silence as he watched the little cat move about the place as if they lived there, giving a slight shake of his head as he finally relented to their antics. Fyshur perked up after a moment, as if remembering something of utmost interest. They hopped off the counter just as quickly as they'd gotten onto it, their fluffy feet hitting the ground with a soft thud.
"I got something cool today. Check this out!" They grinned, darting off to put more distance between themself and Graham, one hand digging in their pocket as they jogged the short distance away. From the distance, Graham couldn't quite make out the object they held in their hand until they tossed it to the ground, the car suddenly expanding to its full size, Fyshur hopping behind the wheel without a second thought. Graham's eyes widened, baffled by the fact that this Toon had brought a car inside his estate.
"Fyshur! Are you insane?! You brought a car into my home!" Graham shrieked, his voice going up several octaves at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. Fyshur only laughed with glee, now making the car do donuts, tire tracks streaking across the pristine tiles. They began zipping the car around the spacious lobby, narrowly avoiding the coffee tables and couches, a god-awful screeching sound from the tires piercing the air as they rounded the corner at a high rate of speed.
The car was much too fast now for such a confined space, even with the added square footage of Graham's luxurious place. As the car shot up the steps towards the main entrance, Graham found himself directly in the path of the speeding vehicle. The car collided with Graham's legs, the force sending him flying through the large windows in the front of the building. Fyshur, thankfully wearing a seatbelt, jerked the car to a stop, their fluff spiked all over the place from the windy drive.
Graham sailed through the air, the crash happening too fast for him to react. Shards of glass painted the ground, the sharp fragments sliding across the smooth street outside. To Graham's relief and shock, he collided with a solid form, the familiar smoky scent filling his nose. Flint, who had come for a visit, had been just outside All Star Suites at the time of the occurrence. He'd had quick enough reflexes to reach for Graham as he came hurtling out of the window, but not so quick as to think to brace himself for the impact, both of their metallic bodies clattering to the ground, albeit with much less force than Graham would have had originally.
Their metallic joints creaked as they both sat up, both of them turning to look towards the building, Fyshur still sitting in the now-idling car, all three with their eyes wide from shock. Fyshur was the first one to start laughing, gleeful yet slightly delirious from adrenaline chortles filling the air. Flint was soon to follow, a soft huffy laugh coming from him as he dusted himself and stood up, extending a hand to Graham to pull him up. Graham, in all his dramatics, crossed his arms over his chest and pouted for a moment, before giving in and reaching for Flint's hand, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet before chuckling under his breath, unwilling to give Fyshur the satisfaction of knowing he wasn't pissed. At least not yet.
As with everything in Toontown, the peace never lasted long. But for now, the three were satisfied with knowing that there was never a dull moment.
Fin.
(ok i got carried away. i love you lupa. i hope this is okay i can revise if needed ily again ok byeee <3)
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