somarium app completed and a little upgrade...

[passengerseatdriver]

You...You're serious. You spent money and everything. The other guys in your headspace told me you only do that when you're serious about actually doing something.

I just...wow. That's...wow.

Okay, mun. I...I think we can do this. Just...y'know...take things slow, okay? I heard it's pretty crazy over there, and it's gonna be hard enough to adjust without Mike or the others.

Comments

[kanecokid]

You'll do fine out there, Chuck. Congrats on the upgrade, by the way!

[passengerseatdriver]

Thanks, but I'm not sure. This game seems pretty intimidating. I mean, the mods apparently just blew up the setting.

[kanecokid]

Yeah, I heard! Sounds like something Mike would love to take on.

[passengerseatdriver]

Yeah, tell me about it. Though he'd actually have to slow down for once: we'd have to completely rebuild Mutt from scratch.

[kanecokid]

And you'd probably need Dutch to do that, right? I haven't seen him around.

[passengerseatdriver]

We could theoretically rebuild Mutt ourselves. It'd just take a lot longer.

[And pulling up schematics to give it another once-over.]

I mean, it's not like Mike and I don't know how to do it ourselves. But the paint job? No way we could pull that off.

[kanecokid]

[Peers over his shoulder to watch, humming her agreement.]

Nobody can paint 'em like Dutch can. Sometimes I just wanna set him loose up in Delux. Everything's so white and... clean up there.

[passengerseatdriver]

[That earns a laugh.] Oh man. Kane would pop a blood vessel if we did that!

But it totally needs some color up there. It looks super creepy the way everything's so...bland.

[kanecokid]

Yeah, I know. I don't get why he wants everything to be that way. There's no warmth up there at all. [her voice may or may not have gone a little softer]

[fastandfree]

You can do it, buddy! Just take it a step at a time, with plenty of deep breaths.

[passengerseatdriver]

Yeah. I just hope she doesn't suddenly kick it into high gear is all.

[Like certain other people he could name.]

[fastandfree]

I'm pretty sure you'd be able to handle it! I have it on good authority.

[ Why he has no idea what you mean~ ]

[passengerseatdriver]

I dunno, Mikey. I mean, it sounds like it'll be interesting, but it seems like she's already going too fast.

[Sure you don't, Mike. Sure you don't.]

[fastandfree]

Sometimes fast is the only speed you can go at, bud. Just go with the flow! I'm sure it'll all be old hat to you in a day, tops.

[passengerseatdriver]

Yeah, but this doesn't seem like one of those times. I mean, what's wrong with going slow? Seriously?

Easy for you to say! You're going to...uh...where are you going?

[fastandfree]

Nothing's wrong with it, it's just really boring! [ Oh Mike. ] You'll be fine Chuckles, she clearly just really likes you a lot which is why she's jumping into it! Be positive.

Thoughtformed, apparently! Where uh, everyone's told they're fictional when they get there. [ A beat. ] Which is weird.

[passengerseatdriver]

[It's a miracle these two can work together without driving each other crazy sometimes.] I'll try.

...What kind of crazy place is that?

[thedukeabides]

[Guess who's lurking over your shoulder?]

Not nervous, are you?

[You adorable little fieldmouse, you.]

Duke! <3 You are amazing for picking him up.

[passengerseatdriver]

[And cue screech and leaping away. Clutching at chest is a go!]

D-D-Duke?! You're...oh man...

There is always work for a man with an ego the size of the sun. c:

[thedukeabides]

Gracing you with my presence?

[Let him offer his condolences with some especially simpering sympathy.

HA. Just kidding. JUMP BACK!]

Yeeeeees, yes I am, aren't I? Got your moxie back yet, Sugarcube?

[passengerseatdriver]

My my my my moxie? Ahahaha. What do you mean?

[Oh please don't challenge him to another race. He still has a long way to go to not being awful!]

[thedukeabides]

I think you know what I mean, Buttercup.

[passengerseatdriver]

...Do I?

[thedukeabides]

[Ever too close for comfort, The Duke circles Chuck like a hungry vulture staring down an especially helpless rodent.]

Do you got the juice? The inspiration? The driiiive? Or are you just gonna sit sidesaddle in Mutt forever and--

[He sliiiiiides his sunglasses down to peer over the shades.]

--watch the sparks fly?

[passengerseatdriver]

[Duke, have you ever heard of personal space? Chuck would like his back now.]

[He holds up his hands defensively.]

Nah I'm tooooootally good. Yeah. Besides, it works out better if I'm not driving.

Ahahahaha...