“How many times have I told you to not go there?”
RP starters: Concern. status: accepting!@ddeeva
Aside from drawing, street racing was one of his passions, a passion that not many people knew about. It gave him this thrill, an adrenaline kick which he simply needed every now and then. He was good at it, until now having won almost every single race he participated in despite knowing about the dangers.
This time had been different. Somehow. He didn’t participate in the race, having attended it to simply cheer on his friends. Everything happened in a brief fraction of a second. Everybody suddenly screamed and as he turned around, he saw the demolished remains of the car one of his friends was driving. He hesitated at first, but seeing that nobody else wanted to help, Caleb had ran up to the car, only to see it explode in front of his eyes.
He called the female afterwards, hoping she could provide him some mental support as he basically had just seen his friend die. Lowering his gaze a little, he leaned his head on the female’s shoulder.
— ❝ I know it’s dangerous.. But- something like that never happened to me or my my friends before.. Now stop scolding me❞
