dream [07] - on the road again
Warnings: None!
Effects: Annoyance, wearied resignation.
Notes: This song should be played in the background of the dream.
"Didja hear me, Lady?"
Ange snaps her head up, glancing to her right. A young, silver-haired man is driving the car, and looking over at her. At the redhead's expression, he lets out a bust of laughter, and turns back to the road.
"I wasn't listening," she said curtly, leaning on her elbow. "Say it again."
"I was just sayin' we should stop for lunch sometime soon, unless you feel like investigating on an empty stomach."
Ange crosses and uncrosses her ankles, lost in thought again. If Kasumi oba-san and her goons were still tailing them, then--
"Lady?"
"I was thinking, Amakusa," Ange sighs. Again, Amakusa laughs, seemingly amused by her irritation. For a moment he doesn't pursue the subject, driving along without speaking, leaving his only passenger to her musings. But, then, he takes a sharp turn around the corner, nearly sending Ange careening into his side.
"What the hell are you--"
"This is why you gotta pay attention," he says in a matter-of-fact tone, but before she can reprimand him again, Ange senses something more. Catching his eye, she slowly turns to look behind them; a sleek, expensive, black car had almost crashed trying to follow them around the bend.
This does diapppate the girl's anger, and it actually brings a satisfied smile to her face. Shrugging her shoulders, and without looking up at the driver, Ange says "What? Just do your job, and we won't have to deal with them. Take a side road, or something. Then we can grab lunch."
Amakusa matches her smile, making another dangerous turn.
"You're too much, Lady."
Effects: Annoyance, wearied resignation.
Notes: This song should be played in the background of the dream.
"Didja hear me, Lady?"
Ange snaps her head up, glancing to her right. A young, silver-haired man is driving the car, and looking over at her. At the redhead's expression, he lets out a bust of laughter, and turns back to the road.
"I wasn't listening," she said curtly, leaning on her elbow. "Say it again."
"I was just sayin' we should stop for lunch sometime soon, unless you feel like investigating on an empty stomach."
Ange crosses and uncrosses her ankles, lost in thought again. If Kasumi oba-san and her goons were still tailing them, then--
"Lady?"
"I was thinking, Amakusa," Ange sighs. Again, Amakusa laughs, seemingly amused by her irritation. For a moment he doesn't pursue the subject, driving along without speaking, leaving his only passenger to her musings. But, then, he takes a sharp turn around the corner, nearly sending Ange careening into his side.
"What the hell are you--"
"This is why you gotta pay attention," he says in a matter-of-fact tone, but before she can reprimand him again, Ange senses something more. Catching his eye, she slowly turns to look behind them; a sleek, expensive, black car had almost crashed trying to follow them around the bend.
This does diapppate the girl's anger, and it actually brings a satisfied smile to her face. Shrugging her shoulders, and without looking up at the driver, Ange says "What? Just do your job, and we won't have to deal with them. Take a side road, or something. Then we can grab lunch."
Amakusa matches her smile, making another dangerous turn.
"You're too much, Lady."