[more memory posting!]
Itsuki and Shiro are somewhere between eight and ten years old. It's a nice day, with light fluffy clouds in the sky, and they're wearing shorts and T-shirts. They're also staring at the burning wreckage of Cuddy's car.
"Maybe we could say someone stole it."
"Oh shit man, oh shit--"
"Or they stole it, and then kidnapped us with it, and that's why we're kinda burnt."
"Mom's gonna-- oh man I ain't gonna live to--"
"And you had the keys 'cause you... stole them off the kidnapper, and--" He breaks off as Shiro grabs his arm and starts running pell-mell down the road.
"Come on, bro, ain't no one gonna believe that! Mom's gonna figure out I tried to drive it and we're gonna get murdered, we gotta run! How much money you got?"
"Uh--" He shoves a hand in his pocket as he struggles to keep up with his shorter legs. "Sixty cents!"
"That's gotta be enough for a bus ticket outta here, right?"
(( Fake memories from the family virus. :') ))
"Maybe we could say someone stole it."
"Oh shit man, oh shit--"
"Or they stole it, and then kidnapped us with it, and that's why we're kinda burnt."
"Mom's gonna-- oh man I ain't gonna live to--"
"And you had the keys 'cause you... stole them off the kidnapper, and--" He breaks off as Shiro grabs his arm and starts running pell-mell down the road.
"Come on, bro, ain't no one gonna believe that! Mom's gonna figure out I tried to drive it and we're gonna get murdered, we gotta run! How much money you got?"
"Uh--" He shoves a hand in his pocket as he struggles to keep up with his shorter legs. "Sixty cents!"
"That's gotta be enough for a bus ticket outta here, right?"
(( Fake memories from the family virus. :') ))