Carbi: Come on! We're going!
Nitro: No! I don't wanna' drive on your damn bike! Not again!
Carbi: Nuh uh! You're coming with me! Consider this a favor, since it's emberassing to be seen with you. We HAVE to get you something new!
Nitro: ... fine! But no wheelies! I'm the one that's getting his tail scraped off on the asphalt, not you!
Carbi: I'm already gonna' buy you stuff, stop complaining!
Nitro:... you are? I mean, of course you are! You should! ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵈᵒ ʷʰᵉᵉˡᶦᵉˢ
Carbi: Can't promise. Let's go!
Nitro: UUUUGHH!!!
Carbi drags Nitro into the garage and grabs an old helmet that belonged to Nitro, conveniently shaped for his head.
Carbi: Here. I saved this for ya'.
Nitro: Well I'll be fucked... you actually did! Where are we going exactly anyway?
Carbi: We'll get you some clothes, a new phone of course, and who knows, maybe we'll see what the junkyard has in store for us, eh? Or should I say "what it has in store for YOU?"?
Nitro's ears perk up as he stares directly at Carbi.
Nitro: ... you won't.
Carbi: Oh, I will. We're gonna get you back on the streets.
Nitro quickly puts on the helmet excitedly and gets on the bike. He motions Carbi to hurry up as well.
Nitro: Well come on then! Fuckin' drive!
Carbi: There's the hellhound I know!
The two, once again, take off. But this time, it's to go shopping. Though a how useful a sports bike would be for shopping is arguable at best. They arrive at a clothing shop, which seems to sell pretty affordable and durable stuff. Something rare in Hell.
Carbi: Here we are. Take your pick.
Nitro's eyes dart around the shop, as he quickly dashes towards a black sleevless hoodie.
Carbi: .... aaaand it's a hoodie. Who would have thought?
Nitro: Well I'm sorry, Mr. I'mtoogoodforcasualclothing!!!
Carbi: What's wrong with my clothes?
Nitro: I have never seen anyone wear trenchcoats while on a bike!
Carbi: They're fashionable!
Nitro: So are hoodies! Besides, they're sleeveless.
Carbi facepalms and dismissively waves his hand for Nitro to get it over with.
Carbi: Fine, fine... just do the fuck you want...
Nitro: Haha!
Nitro goes on to pick out a pair of fingerless driving gloves, and white camo cargo pants. He excitedly runs back to Carbi, jumping in place like a kid that got done picking out toys for himself.
Nitro: I'm done!!!
Carbi: ... hm? Oh, great. Lovely. Here you go.
Carbi hands Nitro a wad of cash just enough to pay for the stuff he picked. Nitro pays for he stuff and changes into them in the changing rooms.
Carbi: Cool. Now you're less emberassing to be seen with.
Nitro: You motherfu-
Carbi: Do you want the car?
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The Fast Lane On The Highway To Hell (OC x Loona)
FanfictionNitro was never a goodie-two shoes. Nor were there other hellhounds in Hell, but he was different. Not knowing who his father was growing up, he tried to distract himself with rather "exotic" hobbies. An unquenchable need for speed, and unexplainabl...
