bigandred:
Well, she was good enough on her own, he supposed. The trail of broken and beaten bodies behind them was a mixture of both their efforts. Sharp swings with his large stone hand had laid out rows of the bastards. The jingling of keys caught his attention, head shifting toward her.
āI wouldnāt wanna bloody up your interior. Itās a nice car you got there.ā Not that he knew much about cars. All he knew that it wasā¦nice looking enough. He didnāt exactly use conventional means of travel. Mostly just hoofing it, boats, BPRD vans when heād been part of them, sometimes helicopters and planes. He didnāt get to ride in nice cars.
She really wasnāt expecting something so courteous to escape his mouth, it was such a shock that it warranted a short laugh from her and her usual smirk plastered onto her features.
āThanks! Sheās a beauty --ā at this point, sheās already opening the passenger door for him it looked tight but heād probably fit just about...if he breathes in.Ā āDonāt sweat it, after all this is over I can worry about the small things.ā
Ā Ā Ā āPlus weāre definitely going to cover more ground with an iconic duo like this, how you handled those spooks back there? Award-worthy.ā
The engine is already revving and her rear-view mirror is appropriately adjusted, her 9Lives was going act as a car and a weapon tonight it seemed.















