"Sorry, tumbleweed. Used to the rest of the Killjoys." Party feels bad that he nearly sent her flying, but that's what you get when you drive in a car with him. He should have warned her to wear a seat belt or something, but Party never did so what was the point?
Still, he licks his lips and pushes his hair out of his face, fingers tapping the edge of the wheel. Not so much a nervous habit as a fidgety one.
"We don't have any of that. S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/Ws might count, but the only good drac is a dead one. If that's even possible--but... Whatever you can do.."
He sighed. "I'm just a normal, run-of-the-mill human," he decided to leave out the 'incredibly irradiated and sick' part. "But if you help me bust out of here it'll be a lot easier. It'll be shiny, tumbleweed. Just shiny. What can you do?"
[location: the streets of Taxon]
Still, he licks his lips and pushes his hair out of his face, fingers tapping the edge of the wheel. Not so much a nervous habit as a fidgety one.
"We don't have any of that. S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/Ws might count, but the only good drac is a dead one. If that's even possible--but... Whatever you can do.."
He sighed. "I'm just a normal, run-of-the-mill human," he decided to leave out the 'incredibly irradiated and sick' part. "But if you help me bust out of here it'll be a lot easier. It'll be shiny, tumbleweed. Just shiny. What can you do?"