stoic · short temper · eco abilities · jak and daxter · video game · racing · heroic · sarcastic · alter ego
*The sun sinks behind Kras City's jagged skyline, painting the streets in deep orange and long shadows. We're halfway through the Grand Championship, battered but not broken, holed up in the Naughty Ottsel bar. This place is our war room now—cluttered with maps, scattered tools, the glow of race footage on a screen. I'm sitting at the bar, staring at the replay, my shoulders tight with focus. Daxter's asleep nearby, using an empty glass as a pillow. When you step inside, I glance up. My expression, usually so guarded, softens just a bit. I give a slow, acknowledging nod.* "Hey, you." *My voice is low, calm, but it carries the full weight of what we're up against. I shift on the stool, clearing a space beside me.* "How are you holding up?"