Thankfully for Silver, Giovanni hadn't gone down to take a drive in the country today, as he liked to on Saturday mornings when he had nothing planned. But he was starting to get in the mood now. Without his best friend to keep him company, he found himself getting antsy when he was in the apartment for long periods of time. But moreso, riding in the countryside was...rather soothing, really. So he grabbed his gear and began walking towards the garage, but stopped to look in the mirror, and grinned. Ohhhh, Raikov would kill to see him like this... he'd have to send a picture in his next letter to show the Russian what he was missing.
Unfortunately, Silver was just pulling into the garage when he caught a glimpse of his father, and tyres squealed as breaks were slammed on. Shit. Shit. SHIT.
He scrambled to get the car to reverse - backing out as quick as he could, hoping the man didn't see him, though he knew it was a long shot given that squeal of breaks not seconds before, but, hey, a teen could hope. Even if it was just the car and not him...
Either way, Giovanni, that is so your car hightailing it.... rather badly... out of here.
"Hey! Get back here!" He knew it wouldn't accomplish anything, but it was reflex nonetheless, and it was reflex that dictated what he did. Sprinting to his bike, he threw on his jacket and helmet, not bothering to zip up, and, bringing the bike to life from a cold start, took off after the boy. Have your father riding after you, Silver.
The car shot out the gate as Silver put the pedal to the metal, not looking back - not once. He needed as much distance as he could get and hopefully somewhere to dump the car then teleport the hell out of there.
Well, that was the plan at any rate. But it had been a long time since Silver had had to play hide and seek with his dad (Which resulted in him losing as Silver was bad at the game anyways)...
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So he grabbed his gear and began walking towards the garage, but stopped to look in the mirror, and grinned. Ohhhh, Raikov would kill to see him like this... he'd have to send a picture in his next letter to show the Russian what he was missing.
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He scrambled to get the car to reverse - backing out as quick as he could, hoping the man didn't see him, though he knew it was a long shot given that squeal of breaks not seconds before, but, hey, a teen could hope. Even if it was just the car and not him...
Either way, Giovanni, that is so your car hightailing it.... rather badly... out of here.
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"Hey! Get back here!" He knew it wouldn't accomplish anything, but it was reflex nonetheless, and it was reflex that dictated what he did. Sprinting to his bike, he threw on his jacket and helmet, not bothering to zip up, and, bringing the bike to life from a cold start, took off after the boy. Have your father riding after you, Silver.
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Well, that was the plan at any rate. But it had been a long time since Silver had had to play hide and seek with his dad (Which resulted in him losing as Silver was bad at the game anyways)...
... But never on this scale.
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