Thief With A Bike ~ Krii7y

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"Why don't you try it then." John scoffed as he stood waist deep in snow, arms crossed.

Smit nodded, and walked around the snowbank, before finding a spot, and pushing down on the snow. When it broke, he moved to a different spot, until John couldn't see him anymore.

Suddenly, Smit popped up on the top of the snowbank, looking down on John.

"What the fuck?"

"You really know nothing about snow."

"I LIVED PRACTICALLY IN THE DESERT!" John flopped down in the snow, excepting defeat.

"Deserts get snow." Smit shrugged.

"Less than an inch." John huffed, "even if we did get snow, I could still take my bike out."

"Lucky."

John flailed, and eventually rolled out of the snow again, and watched as Smit started the sled. The sled was almost louder than his bike, almost. It also had a very uneven rhythm, but it sounded that way when they first started it.

Smit eased it down off the snowbank, and the track squealed once it hit the road, but Smit didn't care as he drove it up to the garage door, leaving it to idle.

"Let's go get Grizzy and Puffer, we'll fit this on Grizzy's sled, and switch your track out. Then we're set, and ready to go."

John got up and walked to Smit who slipped in the front door.

"Smit, do you wear perfume?"

"What?"

"You smell like Tropidelic."

"I think it's a better smell than Eurofighter Typhoon." Smit huffed, not really looking at John, rather looking for a drink.

He had a point, it did smell good.

"Didn't think you'd be that kind of guy."

"Well I am, and I know you love it." Smit's helmet angled towards him as he continued his hunt for a drink.

John only nodded lightly, and turned to go to the garage. He was the kind of guy to wear perfume, and he smelt like Brightest Bloom right now, a perfume he'd stolen off an ex.

"John, the alcohol is in here, so remind me when we get ready to leave, alright?" 

John nodded, and went into the garage, only to almost be hit in the face by Puffer.

"What the fuck are you doing?" John yelped, ducking so Puffer didn't hit him with his dangerous metal bar.

"Grizzy won't let me have it!"

"You don't need a useless metal bar!" Grizzy grabbed at the bar while the two fought over it.

"Guys, I brought the part, holy shit." John said once he was clear of the chaos.

"Oh!" Grizzy turned around and took it from John. "Puffer can have it now, I don't care."

"YES!"

"What is wrong with you two, you're lucky it wasn't Smit who walked in here."

"Oh, he would've been fine with it."

"You almost gave me a concussion!"

"And? I didn't, did I?" Puffer crossed his arms.

John only shook his head, and went to open the garage door.

"We need to switch the track on my sled."

"No prob, boss." Grizzy nodded towards John, "since you're probably his boyfriend now."

"Grizzy, you act like I don't have blackmail on you and Puffer too."

"Well shit." He huffed.

John brought the sled in and parked it next to Grizzy's.

"Im guessing you heard that Fl0m and Tucker are around this year too? Because if you did, don't tell Smit."

He hadn't heard that part, but thanks for telling him.

"Why not?"

"He'll freak out, Fl0m is supposed to be dead, and Tucker hasn't been seen since... 2019?"

Why did he say that so casually?

Whatever, he'd probably tell him anyway.

- A/N -

I got a new piercing, so thats cool.

-Fun Fact(s)-

Fl0m was technically supposed to die in this story, but I brought him back for dramatic effect.

The 'wrap sleds around trees' thing, is an actual thing that happened to me. My uncle was drunk on his sled, and crashed it into a tree on a trail.

2019 was 6 years ago?!

John has gotten to the point where anything that belongs to Smit, belongs to him too.