#biorage

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          ( @biorage !! )

she drums her fingers against the tabletop once, quickly, and then again, slower, as she mulls it over. then, carefully,

          “so what you’re telling me is....?”

she lets the question hang, expectant, and the look she gives him matches.

[transmutage]

@biorage liked for a thing

The weather was less than ideal, and had it not been, she probably wouldn’t have stopped. Storms would have been nothing, but the heat - she had no clue what the exact temperature was, but it was surely record-setting - couldn’t be walked off. Raven had picked up hitchhikers before, on longer trips where the radio wasn’t quite enough to fill the silence, and rarely were they pleasant company, but to drive by the lone soul by the side of the road would feel a touch too close to murder by inaction.

Begrudgingly, she halts at his side, lowering a window.

“Need a ride?”