“Hm. Fine with me. I can drive.” She reached down and hauled Isfet up by the scruff, yanking him back out the door and towards her car at the curb. When Charlie locked up and joined them, he’d have been stowed in the trunk, and the car would be running. Her mask was flipped up again and her fingers drummed on the steering wheel.
“Where do you want to go.”
Charlie ignored him again, for now, giving Nemo her full attention. Good. Drive. Somewhere that wasn’t their shared apartment. Anywhere.
She looked back as she locked up, an overwhelming feeling of dread in her heart. Then, she shot off a quick text to Noemi before leaving.
Hey, I’m going to be out and about for a bit. Don’t worry about me. I’ll clean up the dirt and…other stuff at the door later.
Once Charlie was in the car, she managed to hide her displeasure in a veneer of coolness that wasn’t present before. This is what she wanted, right?
“I’ll direct you.” She sighed, giving directions to a secluded place outside of town that she was sure no one would bother them at.
“…Sorry. It’s not that I didn’t think you were serious but I didn’t think you’d find him so quickly.”
Which was a stupid thing to think. Of course it was dark. But he looked around anyway. No glow-in-the-dark emergency latch. He’d gotten a decent look at the car this time around; this thing was way too old to have that convenient little safety feature. Too old to have a key fob either, so no use running through the frequencies until he hit one that’d pop the trunk.
Not that he’d get very far anyway. Roll himself out of a moving car and onto the pavement? Maybe if someone else saw him it’d be worth it. Hard to ignore someone breaking out of a trunk, even for the staunchest of believers in civil inattention. Not exactly an appealing idea, but better than this.
It was a wasted line of thought, though. He was stuck in here. Most he could do was maybe fuck with the radio stations if either of them, somehow, felt the urge to put some music on. He almost laughed at the thought.
But he didn’t laugh. Here, in the dark of the trunk with nothing to look at and no one else to focus on, it was hard to feel anything but dread.