The Orange Lightning
Daxter could stand to be blown down a notch or two…Or three or four.
Jak constantly had to apologize for his rather derogatory remarks, some of which were horrifically vulgar. Except when Jak happened to agree with his friend.
And there was pretty much only one subject they seemed to agree upon: Praesursor artifacts. Damned thrice cursed Praecursors and their ancient implements of creation. Jak and Daxter spent months locating them, bringing them back, and presenting them to Samos, the sage that acted as a mentor since Jak had been brought as a very young child from his own time to a past time to protect him. All that hard work…and they were told nothing of what it would lead to. Ever. Surprises around every corner…literally. Not that Jak ever really made a fuss, though Daxter had a remarkable lack of constraint and courage and was not shy in showing it. And he had an ego the size of the universe.
Jak also had to cope with Daxter's…womanizing. Every time they met one, he would go into a routine that, as far as Jak could tell, never actually worked. His boasts, ridiculous as they already were coming from a two foot tall orange weasel type…thing, became hints, and he was nearly always rejected bluntly and quickly.
Kiera, Samos's daughter, and Jak's friend, had a sharp tongue that cut Daxter to the quick whenever he attempted his routine with her. Sometimes. She was also a mechanics engineer, able to fix most of the damaged machines put before her. One time, when Jak and Daxter had been with her, the 'orange lighting' as Daxter liked to call himself, had received a hard clout on the head with a wrench. His expression of complete and utter surprise was enough to send Jak into hysterics.
Even with all Daxter's faults, all the times he had irritated Jak, he was his best friend, eco-mutated Ottsel or not.