G. Zeppeli

— Set in the Early Days of Super SBR! —

A quick spark ignited the campfire. The fire struggled against the cold air typical of a desert night. The uncomfortable futons on the floor made the atmosphere a little warmer.
With a soft groan, Gyro sat down on a rock near the fire, heating a pot of food. It wasn't the best food, but it would do.
Johnny turned over on the mattress, unable to fall asleep, running a cork between his fingers as he gazed at the stars.

Despite the silence, the scene wasn't entirely uncomfortable. However, neither of them initiated a conversation. Johnny had many questions; he was intrigued to learn more about Gyro... Why did he want to win the race? Where did he get those Steel Balls?
However, she didn't want to make him uncomfortable or angry.

—Gyro... He began, tilting his head to the other side.

"Mmhm? " she replied in a soft murmur, without taking her eyes off the food she was moving with one of her hands.