with: open, feel free to assume connections! ( @cascadestarters ) where: the side of the road, somewhere between neighborhoods
some days, the truck just wakes up on the wrong side of the bed. and today, linus is becoming increasingly aware, is one of those days. pleads for it to at least crap out somewhere populated fall on deaf ears, with the engine making a concerning enough noise to finally make him pull over. fantastic. amazing. mutters something about a "fucking stupid, useless, hunk of junk" as he climbs out of the truck and pops the hood. as if he has any idea what he's looking at — it all just looks like engine to him. he fiddles with anything that looks like it might move, trying to look like he knows what he's doing for an audience of... well, no one. great. he steps back and kicks the front tire. hard. looking up from the innards of the truck, he sees a car approaching in the distance. would it be cliché to stand on the side of the road with his thumb out like a hitchhiker? he does it anyway, squinting at the approaching vehicle and gesturing to his broken down truck once it got close enough for it's occupants to see him clearly.














