He continued to look at Clayton as he moved to the side of him. Seeing the mixture of wood and other materials that made up his doors and sides was quite strange to him. He then placed his tyre onto his roof and began rubbing the smooth surface.

“Ooohhh! Not there; anything but there! Once you get started, I’ll never stop!” Clayton weakly protested. The roof was his itchy spot and whenever it was tickled or rubbed with, it sent a wonderful sensation running through his body.

Craig ignored his request and again began rubbing the roof. Almost immediately, Clayton’s engine began vrooming loudly, and his rear left tyre began stomping against the tarmac. As soon as the sounds started, Craig immediately backed away. “What’s wrong? Are you OK?” He asked in a worried tone.

“Ah…nothing…” Clayton said dreamily, the satisfying sensation still running through his body. “It’s just a…thing.”

“You should see how I cope when I have to clean his roof time to time! The sound of that flippin’ tyre hitting the ground and his constant vrooms is enough to make a person go nuts!” Clayton’s owner exclaimed.

“I can’t help it, honestly!” Clayton protested.

“Ah well, you are who you are, and I wouldn’t change you for anyone.” His owner said with a happy smile.
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Illustration and text extract from Chillwind story 'Different Kind of Livers', which can be read by following this link: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/33818695/
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