“I’m not getting in a car with you. Not after last time. No way.”
platonic rp starters : accepting
“what in the verse is it with all you tiny men and your fear of getting into cars with me!?”
the exclamation goes accompanied by harper throwing up her hands in frustration before she simply gets into the car herself then. “i don’t know what you’ve heard or think you’ve seen about me and cars, but as you can see i am not the one driving so you should be quite safe on this ride.”
her eyes narrow temporarily as she considers another rumour that may have been going around about her, and then she sighs lightly as the frustration resides and instead a sort of gentle reassurance takes its place. “look, i’m not gonna grope you in the backseat of this car, so get your ass inside because we really do need to get back to the ship, alright?”
her gaze lingers on him for a moment longer before she huffs a little.
“besides, for your information, i am not particularly interested in your ass or any other of your personal bodyparts unless they get in my way.” she lifts her gaze to meet his, some of the annoyance having come back already because he is wasting her time. “and right now you’re getting in my way.”