Mohawk Dude

"And might I ask why you suddenly wanna go to school?"

Cog was at a loss for a moment. She didn't know either. Just like her instinctual disgust for the color purple, the desire just came bubbling out of her "chest", so strong she couldn't possibly ignore it. Blunt frowned as he watched her brows crease, trying too hard to come up with a reason. Cog didn't notice.

"I'm sorry, Blunt, but I really don't know either. I'm sorry. I'm talking nonsense again."

"Don't be sorry, princess. It's okay. It happens sometimes." Blunt told her as he motioned her to get on his motorbike already.

"Comfortable? You ain't struggling or anything?"

"I'm fine, Blunt."

"Okay, hold on tight." And with that, Blunt brought the engine to life and slowly drove to the city, picking up speed by the second, going faster and faster. At first they were going 60 mph, and then 80 mph, and finally 100 mph. They were going really fast that Cog felt like they were flying on ground level. She was grinning behind her helmet.

She didn't know why but for a second she thought she could drive faster than Blunt. Not that she knew the reasoning behind that but she honestly thought so.

The row of houses on either side made of brick walls and shingle roofs blurred as they passed by them. It was fun. It was very fun but not until…

"Blunt, watch out!" Cog yelled. An old lady on a cane, maybe around the age of ninety pulled out directly in front of them.

And in an attempt to not send the poor lady to the afterlife, Blunt made a sharp turn to the left, slammed on his foot brake as he skidded for about five feet only to hit another motorbike going in their direction that came out of nowhere.

A sharp noise reverberated throughout the area and came a man with neon pink mohawk hair, strutting to where Blunt and Cog was. They were both safe, fortunately, but the same couldn't be said to the bald person covered in tattoos curled up by the curb.

"My leg! Aah! My leg! It hurts. Shit. Fuuuuuuuck!"

Blunt was so occupied checking his motorbike to care, crestfallen about the large dent and scratch at the side.

"Oi!" Said the mohawk dude in a low-pitched wheezing voice as if he had a phlegm stuck in his throat. "D'you know what you just did?"

"I'll pay for it. How much do you want?" Blunt told him. People were starting to gather around them but none dared to help. And just by looking at their relaxed reaction, it seemed that this wasn't the first time they witnessed such an incident. Must be a daily occurrence, one might say.

"Stop insulting me! I have enough money I don't know what to do with it. I don't need your money, old man. And if I'm not wrong, you must be a dwarf, aren't you? And here I am wondering why you are so dumb."

"If you have a lot of money then why don't you bring him to the hospital to get him treated? And if humans are so great then they should be able to bring him back to his original state… using the equipment us dwarves made. Don't you think so?"

Something about what Blunt said and how he said it snapped the mohawk dude and he rushed and swung a powerful right. Blunt didn't bother to dodge. Cog got in front of him, her body moved on its own and caught the mohawk dude's fist with just one hand, she stopped it before it landed on her maker's face.

"Do not hurt, Blunt." She threatened him. Giving emphasis on every word. "We're sorry for hitting you guys. It was an accident. We didn't mean it. What do you want?"

"Heh! What do I want?" The mohawk dude pointed to his tattoo-covered companion who was still screaming in the background. "He was supposed to join the motocross race and obviously he couldn't anymore since you guys broke his leg. What are you supposed to do now, huh?"

Cog was silent for a while. She was aware of the eyes observing her how she was gonna get herself out of their situation but her response shook the mohawk dude, especially Blunt, and earned "OHs" and "AHs" from the crowd.

"I am taking his place. So will you please stop embarrassing Blunt already?"