Cruiser and 4runner like to train together. (◡‿◡✿)
"Getting tired old man?" Cruiser huffed out, bouncing back and forth on his feet from the other side of the mat.
4Runner wiped his mouth on the back of his hand from where Cruiser had managed to get a hit in but his face was otherwise expressionless when he shrugged his shoulder.
Cruiser gritted his teeth a little at the fact that his playful insults had no effect on this car, nothing had any effect on him, ever. The man was the epitome of stoicism. He showed literally no emotion at any point in the day. It was all calm and straight lipped resting faces.
Even when they were in Chris’ basement sparring, 4Runner gave him nothing except physical competition. There was no playful banter, no emotions to stir up, nothing.
But that didn’t mean Cruiser couldn’t keep trying…