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[axeofoath]

[There's the sound of an engine running smoothly, a constant hum as a car moves along a City street somewhere. All seems well, until-]

Y-Young Master, the brake! The brake, quickly--w-watch out for that pothole!

[Gremio's probably too nervous to be a driving instructor to anyone, but that doesn't seem to have stopped him.]

[ooc: Grab bag curse is a genre switch with Tyr~]

Comments

[stargathering]

This car isn't that cheap, Gremio. [ Because there's no way they'd buy something that'd just fall apart. ] We'll be fine.

[axeofoath]

W-which is exactly why we must be gentle with it! [Every little pothole will take its eventual toll-!]

[stargathering]

This isn't exactly an antique glass vase; cars are supposed to endure this stuff. [ Whatever Gremio. ...He'll slow down a bit for him, though. ]

[axeofoath]

The car can only endure for so long, Young Master! [Fret, fret--oh, but slowing down actually does calm his nerves a fair amount.]

[stargathering]

Then you should get me a car that can endure more than this. [ Annoyed annoyed. Get me monster truck, Gremio. ]

[axeofoath]

[So demanding. And he almost agrees.] Y-Young Master, you don't need a tank...

[stargathering]

I'm not talking about a tank. I'm talking about something I don't have to treat like glass. [ The young master is also huffy. Huffy spoiled teenage boy. ]

[axeofoath]

There's no need to exaggerate...All I'm asking is for you to be a little cautious! [He is! But Gremio's used to it a certain amount and isn't bothered despite his frayed nerves.]

[stargathering]

--You weren't exaggerating? [ He looks over at Gremio in disbelief for a second before turning towards the road again. Bump! Tyr shows no remorse for the poor car. ]

[axeofoath]

Y-Young Master-! [He's less concerned with arguing and more with eyes on the road! That bump doesn't help things.] Please, b-be careful!

[stargathering]

We're fine, Gremio! [ Pothole past, Tyr returns to the speed he was going before. ]

[axeofoath]

For now, we are...[He sighs--only partially out of relief.] In any case, are you keeping an eye on your surroundings?

[stargathering]

Yes, I'm watching the birds. [ Flat answer, but he's watching where he's going. Chill out, Gremio. ]

[axeofoath]

[Oh Tyr, that's going to be taken somewhat seriously.] Ah, birds are not really--please watch out for pets, and e-especially pedestrians!

[stargathering]

I don't know if I want to. [ Are you real, Gremio? ]

[axeofoath]

[He's fretting for real!] B-but--Y-Y-Young Master-!

[stargathering]

[ So is this blatant ignoring. ] Ah, is that a robin already?

[axeofoath]

[Tyr, so cruel!] Ah, ah, n-no, wait...P-please pay attention before we c-crash!

[stargathering]

[ it's gremio's fretting's fault :| ] Oh, it's building its nest on that person's windowsill... [ The car slows to a stop at a red light. ]

[axeofoath]

[Well, he's glad they actually stopped, but--tyr's the one making him fret! ;_;] Y-Young Master! Young Master, a-are you listening?

[stargathering]

[ Tyr glances over to him as he responds with all the huffiness in the world. ] Of course I'm listening. You don't need to state the obvious.

[axeofoath]

[Gremio doesn't know whether to be relieved or annoyed, really, but he reminds himself that Tyr's new to driving--maybe he's just nervous, too!] ...I-I simply wanted to be sure...It would be terrible if we ran over anyone!

[stargathering]

[ ...Tyr can't stay annoyed at Gremio when he's like that. But ugh. He's not six! ] I'm not careless. When I do something wrong, then you can worry about someone being run over.

[ ...and I'm sure there will be plenty of mistakes, but! ]

[axeofoath]

[Something as major as driving makes him much more fretty than usual, but he's glad Tyr's listening--sort of, anyway.] Y-yes, Young Master...Ah, don't worry! As long as you pay attention, y-you'll do fine!

[Yes, but he's learning! So a few mistakes are okay. :>]

[stargathering]

[ Tyr nods resolutely. ] Thanks... You're the one that needs to not worry, though.

[ That's right. :') ]