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[themanclion]

There's the roar of an engine coming from somewhere near the forest. It's a deep, throaty sound and soon accompanied by the squeal of tyres though at first, there's nothing to be seen.

Until there is.

Out of nowhere, a car appears. It's big and bronze and makes a hell of a racket. But possibly not as much of one as Gene.

'...bloody 'ell is goin' on!'

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Re: Both or Either!

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate topples out of the car.

"--crazy, reckless, bat outta hell, dangerous--"

(Fin's come in mid-rant.)

[themanclion]

'Would you shut up, woman, you're givin' me a bloody 'eadache!'

(Yes. Yes he has.)

Which doesn't stop Gene throwing a grin at him and acknowledging the clap with a nod.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Well, y'can't argue that. He can be entertainin'."

That doesn't make the bite in her eyes lessen any when she looks at him, though.

"Thank you, Fin. Y'alright?"

[themanclion]

'Shut it, woman. I don' reckon I turned invisible.'

He leans against his car and pulls his smokes out, looking Fin over once.

'Alrigh', son?' (Still can't remember not to call him that.) 'Bit parky t'be out in your birthday suit, isn' it?'

[ikissdhimbck]

"You're sharp," she grins, nodding politely. "Or you're already accustomed t'the fact that things with Gene are generally less than planned."

Now she's blatantly taking the piss.

[themanclion]

'Would you stop that, you dozy bloody tart.'

Honestly! Took her to Manchester, taught her to drive. And this is what he gets?

*huff*

[ikissdhimbck]

"Oh, calm yourself down, you big galoot."

Honestly. He can dish it out, but he can't take it.

[themanclion]

'We'll never know mate; I ain't offerin' lessons.'

He's not about to risk his motor to that degree. Also, Fin's not a beautiful blonde American girl.

'..galoot?'

[ikissdhimbck]

It's actually rather fun being on this side of the language barrier for once.

She half-smirks, and ignores the question.

"It's rather exhilarating, and very different from bein' on horseback," she informs Fin.

[themanclion]

'You'll 'ave t'excuse her,' he says, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Fin and looking at Kate as though she's some kind of alien species.

'She's got a preoccupation with ridin' things. Can' stop talkin' about it, can't stop doin' it. A disease, really.'