Dude you're going way too fast

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aoba seragaki | dramatical murder

[intonation]

[ 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. ]

Crap.

[ what now? ]

[coiffeur]

[ he's walking towards aoba's place to check up on him when he notices something is a little off. he sees aoba next to one of the old fashioned cars they give out (well, old fashioned to him). the car looks damaged, so of course he's going to assume the worst.

rushing over, he calls out to him. ]

Aoba!

[intonation]

[ oh, great. this isn't exactly one of his shining moments, and he'd been hoping no one he knew would be witness to this. still, it's kind of a relief to see koujaku running over. ]

Ah... hey, Koujaku.

[coiffeur]

[ his face pretty sums up how he feels -- worried, but there's a sense of relief that Aoba looks fine. He doesn't care at all for the state the car is in. When he reaches Aoba, he looks over him more carefully, resting a hand on his shoulder (but careful so he doesn't touch his hair). ]

What happened? Those old fashioned cars can be dangerous. [ momjaku. ]

[intonation]

[ he's barely even bruised, having had the common sense to at least strap himself in, if not you know, making the decision to drive without an actual license. sighing again, aoba decides he might as well come clean. ]

I thought I'd try driving, but it was a little harder than it looks.

[coiffeur]

[ everything looks fine, so he doesn't look as worried now. he removes his hand form Aoba's shoulder. he doesn't want to overdo it as it seems Aoba has learned his lesson. ]

These older models are pretty sensitive and don't have a computer to help correct any mistakes. [ he's just glad he's okay. ] And don't worry about the car. The Landlord will get you a new one free of charge, so no harm done. [ then he thinks about it. ] Did you want to learn how to drive one of these? [ and he gestures towards the car. ]

[intonation]

Really? I was thinking I'd have to get someone to help me push it out of the ditch... I mean, it doesn't look too bad.

[ the damage, he means. it kind of seems like a waste to just leave it here. but if the landlord will just replace it anyway, it'd save him a lot of time and effort. ]

Eh? You know how to drive, Koujaku? [ he laughs, embarrassed. ] And, well, there isn't a lot to do around here, so I wanted to give it a go.

[coiffeur]

I think the police here will do it -- ah, well, I think they're like police. They maintain and keep order. [ it's weird... police doing something and aren't corrupt. Well, keeping them here, but it's not like they hurt people from what he's gathered. ] By tomorrow morning, it'll be fixed and in front of the house. [ let's not talk about how he knows about property damage being fixed the next day. ]

[ he scratches the back of his head. ] Well, not that well, but on the mainland it's easier to drive so more people do it. Spending time here, I helped refresh my skills. [ and a brilliant idea?? ] Did you want me to give you some pointers?

[intonation]

Weird. [ aoba says what koujaku doesn't, making a face. ] Then I guess I'll just leave it here for now.

[ one more forlorn stare at the wrecked car-- it'd been pretty nice, even for an antique. turning back to koujaku, he grins at him. ]

Hmmm... some pointers, huh? Sure, as long as they're free. [ actually, aoba probably just needs more practice. he psyched himself out for a moment and floored the gas instead of hitting the breaks like he meant to, hence the car-in-ditch. but he's not going to tell koujaku that. ]

[seikou]

[ there it is, a whistle of appreciation as natsuo crouching next to aoba and overlooking the car. taking a bite of the apple in his hand, that fluffy tail dances about ]

Had yourself a wild ride, na? I guess it's okay that they're replaceable, right?

[intonation]

[ startled, aoba flinches, eyes going first to the ears, and then the tail. some kind of cosplay? ]

It was an accident. Anyway, even if it's replaceable, it still kinda sucks.

[seikou]

[ if only it were just that. he takes another bite of the apple, tick of the cat ears before standing up ]

That's why they're called accidents, because they usually always suck. Were you in a hurry? [ leaning from one side to the next to get a better look at aoba ]

Injured? Did it hurt?

[intonation]

[ they're really distracting!! actually, isn't this guy embarrassed to be wearing them? ]

Ah... sort of. [ what a weird kid. his shoulder twinges in pain (he can feel the bruise forming under his jacket) and he sighs. ] Of course it hurt.

[seikou]

[ they're kind of attached, and pretty normal. but look at that! he's perking up and leaning in, paying special attention to that shoulder ]

Hey! Hey! Let's see it!

[intonation]

What? [ hey, hey, seriously... he's just a kid, but aoba can't help feeling irritated. ] No way, what's your problem?

[seikou]

Awww... why not? I just wanted to poke it. [ swinging a bag forward he rummages before pulling out a pack of candy ]

I'll give you a twizzler~

[intonation]

Hell no. [ twizzlers are also the grossest candies anyone can offer, too. ] And if you're gonna try bargaining with someone, you should at least get some better candy.

[desiderate]

[Aoba isn't the only person on the street, however, and this passerby-er happens to be on the unfriendly side. Somewhat, anyway. Fushimi glances towards the damage then towards Aoba rubbing the bridge of his nose--

was he really that bad at this.]

What are you waiting for? Call the police.

[Sorry person he just met, but he's just going to issue the order. He hasn't gotten sorted in Holly Heights himself yet - otherwise he'd handle this task by himself - but isn't it obvious what he should be doing?!?!?!]

[intonation]

[ come on fushimi, cut him some slack. even a minor car crash can leave someone feeling a bit dazed. besides, calling the cops isn't his style. ]

Huh? [ what's with this guy's outfit? aoba crosses his arms. ] Even if I did, it's not like they'd do anything about it.

[ fushimi's the only other person he's seen around so far, and he doesn't know how much longer he'll have to wait if he just stands around here, so. ]

...mind giving me a hand with it? [ they could probably push it out of the ditch together... ]

[desiderate]

[It can you leave you a bit dazed if you're a bit weak - though he can't say much at the moment. However, order needs to be followed! Or something like that...]

...Mgh? [A sigh slips out as he tilts his head. Maybe that was the case here, though it might change if he actually carries on in Scepter 4's footsteps and just works for the police here. Or something similar enough.]

Just call them.

[And no, he's making no effort to give him a hand either. It can sit there smoking away for all he cares.]

[intonation]

[ seriously, what a jerk. his body hurts all over, and to top it off, some stranger's giving him all this flak. ]

Look, I already said there's no point. They'll probably try to arrest me or something instead anyway.

[ all cops are corrupt!! ]

[desiderate]

[This is why he has no friends. . . Really.

This time, he clicks his tongue at him. It's pretty easy to tell he thinks this is pointless too - but hey, when someone looks that confused and doesn't look like they need rushing to the hospital - they should probably do the routine procedure, right?]

You're too insignificant for that.

[intonation]

[ if he were a little nicer...

brows drawn into a frown, he's trying to stay civil, but starting to get pretty stressed out. back in midorijima, the residents only had themselves and one another to rely on. routine procedure wouldn't be what fushimi thought it was.

with a sigh-- ] Maybe it's different here, but that's definitely what'd happen back home.

[desiderate]

[If only, if only...

Though it almost makes you wonder what "routine procedure" Aoba thinks this is??? Gosh. You just take down names and the registration plate number and a few other details, then in return the police give you a code to use for insurance. It wasn't anything drastic!]

So what? You're here now.

[If he doesn't call them soon he's just going to walk away though, this is getting ridiculous.]

[intonation]

[ still scowling at fushimi, aoba's patience is really wearing thin. ]

You're pretty unhelpful for a guy who seems like he's trying to help. What's your deal?