Learn to drift, potato hole, [kavinsky answers, gleeful. the mitsubishi swerves to a messy, stylish stop, spitting gravel out from behind it. once upon a time, he'd killed a bird monster after a near-identical maneuver, but that was a long time ago.
he parks. unlocks the door and climbs on out. walks around back to the trunk, and hauls out a duffel bag-- hard to know exactly what's in it, but there's definitely a familiar clonky clink of beer, at the very least. bolt-cutters would also seem pretty logical, but kavinsky bangs on the car roof to hurry ronan out, and then there's a key in his hand.
it doesn't look like it's for the mitsubishi. it looks spiny, almost, the metal black, thorny more than forged. an unmistakable dream thing.]
And when the fuck are you going to dream yours, Lynch? [car.]
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he parks. unlocks the door and climbs on out. walks around back to the trunk, and hauls out a duffel bag-- hard to know exactly what's in it, but there's definitely a familiar clonky clink of beer, at the very least. bolt-cutters would also seem pretty logical, but kavinsky bangs on the car roof to hurry ronan out, and then there's a key in his hand.
it doesn't look like it's for the mitsubishi. it looks spiny, almost, the metal black, thorny more than forged. an unmistakable dream thing.]
And when the fuck are you going to dream yours, Lynch? [car.]