( The traffic light turns red. He blows through it because there's no camera; a car lays on the horn in blaring protest, but he pays no attention to the rebuke of his driving courtesy. He's too busy putting distance between them and the source of the explosion — well, technically he's the source, but. Semantics.
And all the while, she's a nonstop voice in his ear, going off, pissed as hell, and he can't stop himself from finally acknowledging her. )
You always talk this much?
( He already knew she was gonna be a headache, he just hadn't been banking on that kinda headache. Stubborn, flight risk, willful, sure. Talking his ear off, that's a whole different ballgame, and he's finding it hard not to get irritated. Finding it hard to fight the itch to start talking back.
Of course he used a fake name, but he fails to see how that's her business. )
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And all the while, she's a nonstop voice in his ear, going off, pissed as hell, and he can't stop himself from finally acknowledging her. )
You always talk this much?
( He already knew she was gonna be a headache, he just hadn't been banking on that kinda headache. Stubborn, flight risk, willful, sure. Talking his ear off, that's a whole different ballgame, and he's finding it hard not to get irritated. Finding it hard to fight the itch to start talking back.
Of course he used a fake name, but he fails to see how that's her business. )