[ that shiny new convertible sitting in the driveway of aoba's new (hopefully not permanent) home has been gathering dust since his arrival. aoba hasn't really taken much note of it since the beginning considering that he doesn't know how to drive, nor were cars commonly used back home... but in a fit of restlessness spawned from being continuously foiled out of finding a way out of here, aoba decides to make use of the one key he hasn't used on his ring yet.
it uh, doesn't go so well. which is why he's standing sheepishly on the side of the road with the car (in a ditch), thankfully unhurt... though the same can't be said for the convertible. smoke is rising from under the hood, and the bumper? it's the proud owner of a new, large dent. rubbing the bridge of his nose, he sighs. ]
aoba seragaki | dramatical murder
it uh, doesn't go so well. which is why he's standing sheepishly on the side of the road with the car (in a ditch), thankfully unhurt... though the same can't be said for the convertible. smoke is rising from under the hood, and the bumper? it's the proud owner of a new, large dent. rubbing the bridge of his nose, he sighs. ]
Crap.
[ what now? ]