[ looks at her car, then at his car. the driver's seat is still, uh, not in great shape, but it looks like she can prooobably drive around it. maybe. ]
— sorry.
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[ it looks fast, and like it runs well. tinted windows are convenient too. ]
...uh-huh.
[ he doesn't look down at the wound they're talking about. he doesn't know who she is, or what she does, and she hasn't said anything about police yet.
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[ move ur car bitch ]
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— sorry.
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After a long, long beat: ]
I like your jacket.
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Thanks.
[ goes silent again. wait, he should return the compliment and... things. ]
Your car looks good.
[ he's never been great at talking, all right? ]
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Thanks.
[ She tips her chin; she means the wound. ]
You were lucky to survive that.
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...uh-huh.
[ he doesn't look down at the wound they're talking about. he doesn't know who she is, or what she does, and she hasn't said anything about police yet.
his instincts kick in. nice car aside: ]
I should go.
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Are you taking me with you, or do I have to tail you?
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I'm not going anywhere exciting.
[ he doesn't go towards his car yet, either, waiting for her to make the first move. ]