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acaseofyou) wrote2021-09-10 11:36 pm
acaseofyou) wrote2021-09-10 11:36 pm
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they say that death is a tragedy it comes once, and it's over
they say that death is a tragedy it comes once, and it's over
they say that death is a tragedy it comes once, and it's over
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[ She's settled in, and at the sneeze she offers a quick and automatic: ] Gesundheit.
[ As the warm air starts to circulate, Birdie puts her hands out in front of the vent, fingers curled. The cold doesn't bother her much, the coat she wears mostly for show. Still, it's nice to know her usually cool fingers won't be frigid. ]
Really love modern technology. Much better than the record players they tried to put in cars.
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[One hand on the wheel, he takes out a tissue from his pocket and wipes at his nose, giving her a small nod at the Gesundheit. The cold doesn't seem to affect vampires in the same way, but that's not surprising to him by now. He does know she at least can appreciate the warmth the heat provides. Pocketing it again, he shifts the car into drive and begins to take them back on the slick street roads, avoiding areas that seem flooded.]
I can't fault human ingenuity trying to combat the tedium of long car trips, but I'm having a hard time trying to imagine how they'd fit a record player into a car.
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[ Which is rare enough, but she does appreciate every time it comes through for her. He pulls away from the curb and starts the trek back home, but it takes a few turns for her to settle back into her seat, hands in her lap, eyes on his face, the little bits of damp hair sticking out from his hat. ]
First, it was a little one. Most only played 45s, so you'd need a passenger in there flipping and switching 'em out all the time. Second, it went under the dash. Back before this... [ She gestures at the bump in the middle between driver and passenger for the center console. ] Was a thing. And they attached with bungee cords.
[ That last bit is said with a mock horror, like she's told the scariest story at a campfire. ]
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[He doesn't respond to the rest, because it's a complicated matter of not seeing himself as sweet but not minding her seeing him that way sometimes. Ghosts of the past whisper at him each time she sees something good in him, as though he's not as far gone as he once imagined. That he can indeed make himself into the sort of man he wants.
Seeing her hands hovering when they were in front of the heat vent, he turns the ones pointed at him towards her too as he starts to drive. The whole car will warm up eventually either way, and that's good enough for him.]
That's... well. Points for effort if not style, I suppose. Have you used a bungee cord for anything else? Ever gone jumping with them?