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Keep Talking	By : sillyneko345 Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 6853 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the game this story is based on (Jak & Daxter) nor do I make any money from writing it.

Chapter List
- 1-Keep Talking
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Epilogue
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- 3
AN: Sadly, I really have nothing to say. Nothing of any import, anyway.
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Amaronith: The Sculptor does indeed pay a high price for his leisure art time, alas. It’s only logical he has some sort of private benefactor, or he’d starve while he worked on his sculptures. And the Mayor sure as heck won’t spare money from his reelection campaign, haha.
CrabRangoonMonster: Don’t worry, I was confused myself for the first few paragraphs. I didn’t realize how long it had actually been since I worked on Talk to Me, apparently. Hopefully we’ll settle into some sort of groove from here on out.
Kuromei: Thanks! I missed the outtakes, too.
Gloomie: Maybe the Bird Lady did hear their nighttime shenanigans, and she thought, “Hmm, the night falcawks are certainly stirred up this evening!” Falcons and hawks, get it? Falc-awks? Cawks… I need to stop.
Grimreaperchibi: Daxter certainly won’t be winning any awards for subtlety. Maybe Jak would have better luck if he wrote “Take Me!” on a post-it note and stuck it to the seat of his pants.
Tainted_Emerald: Thanks! I’m really enjoying finally getting to the sequel. Glad you like it so far!
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Characters: Belong to Naughty Dog, Inc. (but hold a special place in my heart.)
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When they landed back in the garage in Kras with a ripple of warp gate, Jak half expected to be met by the remainder of their team waving torches and pitchforks. To his relief, that didn’t seem to be the case. All that awaited them were the silent vehicles and tools, and some stray shafts of morning sun through the windows.
“Looks like we’re in the clear fer now,” Daxter said hopefully as Jak set him back on his feet. “Maybe we can get some breakfast before the interrogations start.”
It seemed that they were in luck. Not only was the garage empty, but so were the living quarters when they snuck cautiously inside. Keira, Sig, Torn and Ashe—their absence at such an odd hour was impossible to miss. So were the remnants of the sofa in the main room.
Daxter whistled at the torn covering, shredded cushions, and wooden frame covered in tooth marks. “Yep, that’s lurker damage. I should’a known better than ta leave the gate wide open like that. Waste of a good leather couch.”
“You go on ahead,” Jak coaxed, giving Dax a nudge. “Go find something to eat while I try to find that lurker, if they haven’t figured out how to get rid of it already. Then maybe we can find a way to put a block on that gate.”
“Sure thing, big guy. Hey, I’ll make ya a sandwich, so hurry back. And try not ta get all gory, okay?”
“I’m not gonna kill it, I’m just gonna… stun it.” Yeah, that was it. He would stun it and throw it back through the warp gate. After meeting and talking to Brutter, killing a lurker now wouldn’t sit well with his conscience.
While Daxter made a beeline for the kitchen, Jak broke his scatter gun out of the case in the corner and knocked it down to the lowest setting after a moment’s consideration. He would go with the tried and true method of kicking the lurker in the head first, but if that failed then the gun would be a good backup plan. The critter had to be a big one to do that much damage to the base, so Jak hoped that the gun would do more to knock it for a loop than actually hurt it.
“Here lurker, lurker, lurker,” he muttered to himself as he climbed the stairs and stalked down the hall toward the bathroom he and Daxter used. Trust Rayne to lock it in their bathroom when any old storage closet would do.
Cautiously Jak cracked open the door and peered inside. No lurker. Blinking in surprise, he pushed the door wide and stepped in. The shower curtain had been shredded, and there were more tooth marks in the cabinet, but the small room was empty. Where the hell had the thing gone?
He scratched his head about it all the way back downstairs.
“How’d it go, big guy?” Daxter stepped out of the kitchen two feet tall and fuzzy, a large sandwich in his hands and mayo on his cheek. “I didn’t hear any boom-boom. Did ya get it?”
“I would have gotten it if there was anything up there to get. The damn thing’s gone.”
“Really? Wow, I guess the guys managed ta get it back through the warp gate somehow. Wonders never cease.” Daxter took a huge bite of the sandwich, chewing in apparent bliss as Jak put his scatter gun back in the case.
“Just goes to show they don’t need us to handle every little crisis, huh, Dax? They can figure things out on their own sometimes.”
The ottsel nodded, tail twitching contentedly against the floor tiles as a small pile of crumbs formed between his feet. Then one orange ear perked up. “Hey, I hear a car. Two cars. And a truck. The gang must be back.”
Jak glanced out the window. “That’s a furniture truck. I wonder what—?” He did a double take. “Oh, they must have gone to get a new couch. No wonder everyone was gone.”
“Great,” Daxter groused, “levitating sofas. I’m just gonna go hide under the table so I don’t get smashed, alright?”
Jak chuckled. “I don’t understand why you bothered to go ottsel in the first place.” It was much harder for Jak to molest him in his smaller form, for one thing…
“Well, I figured it might be less suspicious if I was furry, y’know? We disappear all night, come back in the morning lookin’ all sexy an’ bed-rumpled, they might get wise. Plus, I think the eco from changin’ over healed my sunburn. It doesn’t hurt at all no more! Pretty slick, right?”
“Very slick,” the racer agreed, just as the front door swung open.
Through said door stepped the biggest, ugliest lurker dog Jak had ever laid eyes on. Its leathery skin and coarse, reddish-colored fur bristled when it caught sight of the ottsel smack in its field of vision, and it growled menacingly.
“What the—?!”
Jak lunged, but the lurker dog was faster. Daxter shrieked as it barreled toward him, his fur frizzing out like a bottlebrush. He dropped what was left of his sandwich and bolted to the side, around the dog as it skidded on the tile. Daxter was up Jak’s leg and clinging to his chest in a matter of seconds, hissing mindlessly at the bulky creature thumping toward them.
“No! Get back!” Jak yelled. His back hit the wall and one foot came to plant in the middle of the lurker’s chest, holding it back as it struggled to get at Daxter. “Goddamn it, get the hell away from him!” He couldn’t fight the thing off and keep Dax away from it at the same time!
He was yelling, Daxter was hissing, the lurker yapped and barked and growled—and then a booming bellow cut through the whole mess. “Princess! Bad girl!”
Immediately the lurker fell back, ears drooping and tail curling between its legs with a whine. It slunk to the door where Sig stood frowning, one hand fisted on his hip and the other holding a plastic shopping bag.
“That is a very bad girl,” the big man scolded, staring sternly down at the creature fawning at his feet. “We do not eat team members. Sofas can be replaced, but that little cherry is one of a kind, you understand?”
It whined softly, nosing his boot.
“Alright. I’m gonna take that as an all clear. You be a good poopsie for Sig, okay?”
“What. The hell. Is going on?!” Daxter shrieked. He had scrambled up onto Jak’s shoulder plate and was hyperventilating, from what Jak could tell of the abnormally fast breaths into his hair. “That thing just tried ta eat me! Kill it!”
“Now just hold your leapers, Daxter.” Sig patted the monster’s head as it sat down beside him and started to pant. “This is Princess. I’m gonna keep her.”
Jak and Daxter swapped disbelieving stares. This had the potential to get serious.
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The afternoon trailed off into evening with no more major mishaps.
The ruined sofa was replaced with the new. After an explanation of the warp gate to their friends and a few experimental attempts at eco-wielding, Daxter had been able to temporarily block it to keep any more Princesses or other denizens of Sandover from coming through. When the initial shock wore off the gang had expressed excitement about his newfound ability to create the gates, and Keira had even given him a kiss on one fuzzy cheek for finding them a way back to their childhood home at long last. The ottsel was sure that the world had actually stopped turning for a moment when that happened.
However, Dax was still more than a little miffed. He had clung to Jak’s shoulder for most of the day, determined to keep out of the lurker’s reach at all costs. Even though it showed no more interest in trying to snack on him, you could never be too careful. Then the comments had started.
“You could just turn human if you’re worried about her going after you, Cherry.”
“He’s right, rat. You’re scrawny as a human, but not scrawny enough to be eaten by a lurker.” Torn’s infuriating smirk had made Daxter bristle. “Unless, of course, you’re just scared of the lurker no matter how big you are compared to it.”
True as this was, there was no need for them to point it out and then giggle at him like morons over it. Daxter was still pouting when evening fell and the vehicle upgrades were abandoned in favor of dinner and a round of televised entertainment.
“Come on, Dax, it’s okay.”
“What’s so okay about it?” Daxter huffed from his seat on the arm of the new sofa.
“She’s not that bad, as far as lurkers go. Sig seems to have her pretty well under control. I think you two will get along if you’ll give it a chance.” Jak sat beside him while the rest of the team argued over action flicks and who was going to get up and make the popcorn. “Besides, I wouldn’t let her hurt you.”
The sulky hunch of Daxter’s shoulders eased a bit as Jak began to rub them gently with one hand. He relaxed into the touch, letting the green-blonde pet his troubles away. It was true that Jak would keep him safe at all costs. Ottsel or human, the most secure place in his world was next to his friend.
“Can someone hit the lights?” Keira asked, already parked cross-legged in her favorite spot on the rug. “There’s a glare.”
There was an obliging click from down the way, and the light winked out to be replaced by the glow of the screen as opening credits rolled. Within minutes the glow turned to a brilliant burn as fast cars and epic explosions took center stage. Everyone settled, leaving the room’s ambient noise entirely to a soundtrack of booms, vrooms, and screeching tires.
Less than impressed with one more flick that had enough racing to entertain Jak and Keira and enough violence to keep everyone else happy, Dax lounged on his sofa arm and thought deep thoughts. Mostly those thoughts revolved around the empty spot on Jak’s lap, and how it really needed something warm and cuddly to occupy it. Sulky-time was over and he was beginning to entertain romantic thoughts. This time yesterday he and Jak had been tangled up in a happy heap of face sucking. If he was going to be forced to settle for a blockbuster with a big budget for special effects and a small one for decent plot writing on the night after his deflowering, at least he deserved to be in contact with his main man while he watched it.
However, while he wanted access to covert Jak cuddles, it was probably best if the rest of the team didn’t pick up on that. Even in ottsel form he never sat in Jak’s lap normally—someone would notice something amiss. At least, they would if they saw.
Daxter glanced casually down the length of the sofa and considered his options. Sig was parked on the opposite end as Jak, with his damn lurker dog lying at his feet. One coffee table away, Torn and Ashelin sprawled on the loveseat. Keira hadn’t moved from her spot on the floor, though she did lean slightly to the side during moments of particularly intense racing action. All of their attentions seemed focused on the movie. Hmm. No one was close enough to notice him if he eased over into Jak’s lap, nice and slow and covered by the darkness of the room. He could make this work.
At the next dark scene on the movie screen Dax slithered unobtrusively down into the space between the sofa arm and Jak’s leg. The racer jumped, but stilled the moment he realized that it was only a squirmy ottsel.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Daxter murmured quietly, shooting a grin up at his partner in crime.
Jak made no move to nudge him off as he climbed carefully into his chosen spot atop rock-hard thighs and settled in. Oh, yes, that was much better than the cold, lonely sofa arm long inches away. Dax situated with his back to Jak’s chest and his tail tucked across his own lap, more than happy with the arrangement. Especially when one of Jak’s hands rose and hesitantly rested on a fluffy yellow tummy, holding him closer. Daxter wanted to give in to the impulse to purr contentedly, but held the urge in check. Strange sounds would attract instant notice even if everyone’s eyes were still riveted to the TV.
For the first few minutes it went well. Fingers petting through his belly fur translated directly into one gooey, melty puddle of ottsel. He wriggled back against Jak the slightest bit to show his approval—hopefully without making their teammates wonder why there was a furry lap dance taking place on the new sofa. That was when he felt his friend’s body tensing up.
Daxter craned his neck and peered up, trying to see Jak’s face. Was something wrong? And then he realized that the hard, muscled lap he was sitting on was getting even harder. Suddenly his seat wasn’t quite so flat anymore. Dax grinned hugely in the dark, fighting down a laugh. He squirmed lightly, shifting atop the bulge slowly making itself known.
Jak cleared his throat quietly but sharply. His hand contracted around Daxter’s middle in a vain attempt to keep him still.
Oh, Jak, Daxter purred to himself. If you think I’m gonna let this slide, yer so very sadly mistaken. His hands snuck down to tease the sides of the green-blonde’s thighs through tight denim while his rear ground against the ever-more-prominent erection threatening to rear its head.
Jak stood up quickly, catching Daxter under the arms before he could slide right off stiff legs and hit the floor. Before Dax could get his bearings, Jak was striding quickly for the hallway—holding the dangling ottsel in front of his crotch as a boner shield.
“If you’re going to the kitchen could you grab me a beer?” Torn asked, eyes still glued to the action on the screen.
“Sorry, I’m going to shower and turn in. It’s been a…” Daxter squirmed like a fish on a line, his back rubbing firmly against Jak’s crotch. The racer’s voice dropped an octave toward the growl zone. “…a crazy couple days.”
“Night, Jak,” Keira said absently. Her head jerked to the side as a pack of cars rounded a turn at light speed. “Oooh, see that, right there? So fake. That move would have busted the undercarriage right out of his car. The wheels would need to be twice that size to pull that off, and the oil pan—”
Daxter didn’t hear the rest. They were down the hall and up the stairs before the girl mechanic could finish her sentence.
In the upstairs hall near the bathroom Jak halted, but didn’t put Daxter down. “Okay, you little twerp, you have three seconds to change back into a human.”
Daxter’s tail swished with mirth at the eager note in Jak’s voice. The racer was obviously less annoyed than aroused. It made teasing even more fun. “Oh? And why would I wanna change back?”
That hadn’t been what Jak was expecting to hear. His head tilted in confusion. “What? Um, so we can…” His ears began to droop. “Didn’t you want to…?”
This time Daxter did laugh, shaking in Jak’s arms. “Jeez, big guy, I’ve been tryin’ ta seduce you fer a month with no luck, an’ now the first time I climb in yer lap just ta cuddle, you get turned on! Nice.”
Jak’s face turned a deep crimson in record time. He sat Daxter down so fast that the surprised ottsel nearly fell over his feet. “Ah, shit. Sorry, Dax. I just thought… uh… I’m getting in the shower!”
Daxter didn’t wait until he heard Jak’s self reproaching whisper of “stupid, stupid, stupid!” as he strode away to pull eco and start the shift. Before the green-blonde had gone five paces, pale, freckled arms were wrapping around his chest to greedily pet firm muscle through his tee-shirt. Nimble hands dropped to feel up the bulge still more than obvious through his racing pants.
“Y’know, yer adorable when yer embarrassed,” he purred lasciviously, nipping at Jak’s earlobe. “There room fer me in that shower?”
Jak looked back over his shoulder, sizing the redhead up with a calculating, though still blushing, glance. “I guess there should be, since you’re already naked and all.”
“Convenient, ain’t it?” Daxter gave one more suggestive squeeze to the package under his hands and stepped back. “Gimme two minutes, babe.”
Jak ducked into the bathroom without another word. Daxter scooped his discarded ottsel-sized pants off the floor, lest any of his friends trip over them and die at a later date, and slipped down the hall to the bedroom he and Jak cohabitated. It felt deliciously naughty to be running around without his pants when he didn’t have fur, especially with everyone still in the base, and he knew he was grinning like an idiot as he hit his knees beside the bed to find the small box underneath.
Running back down the hall with a bottle of lube in his hand without raising the suspicions of anyone downstairs made him feel like a secret agent on a mission, and was therefore fun. Jak opened the bathroom door the instant he knocked, and Dax snuck inside to mingle with the thrumming of water droplets and the warm mist already starting to form.
“We are now prepared!” he announced, holding up the bottle for Jak to see.
Jak, already stripped to his boxers, snorted and pulled him close. “What happened to just wanting to cuddle?”
“That was before ya sprung this awesome treat for me.” His hand was back at the clearly outlined arousal distending those boxers, tracing its length slowly in a way guaranteed to short brain circuits.
“I still can’t believe you did that,” Jak muttered weakly as his arms tightened around Daxter in response to the teasing. “Right there in front of everybody. You’re just lucky the lights were off.”
“Hey, I wasn’t lyin’ when I said all I wanted was ta snuggle. This—” he gave the erection in his palm an earnest squeeze—“was just an accident. But now that it’s here, I fully intend ta enjoy it. Let’s do a take two on the shower as a sexy zone an’ get it right this time, huh?”
“You think it’s alright?” Jak asked, but he was already distracted, palming the redhead’s bare ass and squeezing gently in something akin to fascination.
“Totally, babe. It’ll be fine. There’s still more’n an hour left on the movie, they won’t hear us over the water if we don’t scream or fall on our asses, and there’s other bathrooms if anybody needs ta take a leak. We’re golden.” He rubbed up against the bigger racer, easing Jak’s boxers down with his fingertips as he did so and tilting his head up to nip at the smooth throat so invitingly in range. “C’mon. Doesn’t Jakkie-boy wanna pound Daxxie’s skinny ass again?”
Jak growled and grabbed. Seconds later, Daxter was being lifted into the tub. The surprise display of strength from Jak twisted his stomach pleasantly. He held tight to the small bottle of lube and stepped back as Jak kicked off the annoying boxers and moved in to join him. The larger racer jerked the torn shower curtain closed and immediately pressed the smaller to slippery tile under the hot spray.
“Damn, babe. I know I said yer adorable when yer embarrassed, but when ya quit bein’ embarrassed an’ get all worked up… grr, baby!”
A knee-weakening kiss was his answer. From there it was all grasping hands and slick, hard flesh and heady heat. Daxter whined when big, rough, gun-shooting, enemy-slashing hands latched onto his hips—and then proceeded to knead there, forceful but gentle, like a giant allikitten. Oh, but his Jak was something else. Dax felt himself smiling stupidly into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around Jak’s neck to pull them closer together.
“Can ya take this?” he finally managed to gasp, lowering an arm to press the lube into Jak’s hand.
“Hmm?” Jak didn’t pause in a relentless tongue-and-teeth attack on a long, pale ear.
“Here, yer gonna n-need this!”
The green-blonde finally looked up from the ear he had been molesting, accepting the bottle. “Already?”
“Yeah, already. I like what yer doin’ too, big guy, but we stay in here fer too long an’ everybody’s gonna wonder why yer takin’ the longest shower on record. Let’s make it a quickie now an’ then take it to bed. Once we’re all tucked in you can indulger yer ear-play fetish all ya want.”
The application of careful teeth on the sensitive edge of one of the aforementioned ears was all the answer Daxter got, but a moment later Jak moved back a half step to blink water out of his eyes—and have enough space to sneak a quick grope at his partner’s insistent arousal. “Okay. How do we do this?”
Breathing heavily, the redhead turned to plant his hands on the wall tile. “Like this, I think. Easier ta balance.”
“You sure you’re going to be okay doing this again so soon?” Jak asked after half a beat, pressing himself up against Daxter’s back.
“Very sure. Just be nice an’ gentle with me. We got proper slip-‘n-slide in a bottle tonight, even.”
“Alright.”
Daxter shivered as tender kisses found his shoulders and the back of his neck, nuzzled through the wet fall of his hair. It made relaxing even easier when lube-slicked fingers found his opening. He sighed and leaned forward, chest to the tile, and spread his legs.
“How do you do that?” Jak growled heatedly as the first finger slid home, making the redhead whimper. “You just… go limp.”
“I just—ah!—I j-just do, is all. You try gettin’ slung around on somebody’s shoulder all the time when they’re dodgin’ blasts an’ jumpin’ off buildings. Gotta go limp on impact, all but yer grip, or you’ll break somethin’.” Dax would know. He’d had years to learn to bend his muscles to his will. Even when instinct told them to tense for all they were worth, his brain could override. Override it did while Jak thoroughly prepared him, stretching him despite his stifled pleas that he was ready, that they get the show on the road.
Finally, finally, Jak pressed into him, and Daxter bit his lip hard to hold back a yelp at the sharp, if brief, sting. Alright, maybe he should have waited another night to fit Jak’s not-so-little friend back in there. But within seconds the small pain was forgotten and he was struggling to hold in the loud moan that wanted so badly to be voiced. Perhaps he had also underestimated how hard it would be to keep quiet under pressure. Jak panted in his ear, obviously trying to keep control of himself as well as he began a slow, steady rhythm of thrusting.
The maddening pace had Daxter whining under his breath and futilely clenching his hands against the slick wall. “Jak, come on! More!”
“Shh, easy.” Big hands suddenly closed over those scrabbling at the tile, interlocking their fingers and pinning thin arms firmly in place.
Daxter was thankful for the added stability, even as his inner smart-ass was snarking over the “easy” part. Ha! Easy for Jak to say, maybe. How was he supposed to be calm when those deep, slow thrusts were dragging along that spot inside that made him want to scream? And he couldn’t scream. Because they were supposed to be on a stealth mission. Fuck. That was very bad, because he could tell that this time his climax wasn’t going to strike like lightning. It was going to hit like a tsunami. This slow, rolling build up of pleasure was going to crash over him and he was going to squeal like an ottsel being slowly eaten alive from the back toes up.
Then Jak moved to clap a hand over his mouth, and dropped the other to wrap tight around his aching cock. Three, four, five strokes and he was coming, shriek muffled by the helpful hand while Jak continued to pump in and out, deep and hard, until finally he too groaned into the shuddering redhead’s shoulder and relaxed.
Rushing water and heaving breaths filled the air for the next few minutes, as Jak pulled out and Daxter shakily tried to keep his land legs.
“Holy shit, Jakkie-boy, I don’t know which was better—last night or that right there.”
“How about we keep every time so amazing that you can’t pick just one?” Jak smiled, a self-satisfied quirk to his ears at Daxter’s obvious dishevelment.
Daxter huffed, grinning in amusement. His hands wandered back to stroke Jak’s hard, glistening chest before he could stop them. “Raisin’ the bar a bit high on yerself, ain’t ya, hero?”
Jak blinked at him innocently, as if that were the commonest knowledge in the world. “Well, yeah. Isn’t that what I do?”
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It turned out that the cuddles Daxter had wanted earlier were even better under hot water, covered in slippery soap bubbles and Jak’s capable hands. By the time they rinsed and dried, he was content with the world in general.
“Go hop in bed if ya want,” he told Jak. “I’m gonna go down an’ rustle up a snack you can feed me.”
Jak raised a brow incredulously from under the towel he was using on his hair. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously. I’ll put in an appearance downstairs so nobody gets suspicious, grab somethin’ tasty, and meet ya in the bedroom. Unless there’s somethin’ else you were plannin’ on makin’ me eat…?”
The comment got him a hard shove out the bathroom door by a flustered hero. Sometimes Jak was entirely too easy to tease. Daxter laughed to himself as he swiped human-sized clothes from the bedroom and descended to the kitchen. He was standing at the fridge considering a banana as a choice for sexy snack of the night, a fruit that had real potential for scandalizing his big, bad racer before giving him naughty ideas, when Keira wandered in with the phone stuck to her ear.
“Hey, Daxter. I’m glad you didn’t go to bed yet. Rayn has a message for you.”
“Huh? Fer me?” That was odd. Other than Jak, their lead racer, she usually had little to do with the male members of their team.
“Yep. Here you go.”
“Okay, thanks.” He juggled the banana to take the phone. “Hello?”
//“Hello, Daxter,”// Rayn answered cheerfully enough. //“I know it’s late, so I’ll be brief. Razer would like you to come over to clean a week from today. And please be sure not to neglect the appointment, or he might have to do something we’ll all regret. Ciao, bella!”//
A moment later, the stunned redhead was left with a phone as dead as the fruit in his other hand when Rayn hung up on him. “… well, crap.”
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To be continued.
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(2^nd)AN: I had more fun with this chapter than I should have had. I’ll admit it. And that is Grimreaper’s fault. Thanks for the extra inspiration, my friend! And to anyone who is not Grimreaperchibi, you need to go read her Jak stories she’s posted here. They. Are. Amazing. Trust me, I know.
Outtakes!
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Daxter: Sig, get yer stupid mutt away from me! Call it off! Help! Aaaahh!!
Princess: *hump hump hump hump* :3
Jak: D:
Sig: Well, that’s indecent.
Torn: I think I like this dog…
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Jak: Sig, I don’t think keeping the lurker dog is a good idea.
Sig: Why’s that, Chili Pepper?
Jak: Look down at my leg and then ask me that question again with a straight face.
Princess: *hump hump hump hump* :3
Daxter: (rocks and sobs in the corner) It wasn’t my fault, right, Jak? Tell me it wasn’t my fault!
Ashelin: What do you mean it’s not your fault, Daxter? Those pants make you look like you’re begging for it. Little harlot.
Daxter: … *SOB SOB*
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Rayn: I’ve been trying to call for an hour! Why didn’t anyone answer the phone? I could have saved a whole trip down here just to… (stares at Keira, Torn, Ashelin and Sig huddled around the bathroom door) What are you all doing?
All: Shhhhh!!
Daxter: Jak, come on! Harder! Harder! Aaaahhh!! <3
Rayn: o_o
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