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[acaseofyou]

they say that death is a tragedy it comes once, and it's over

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[acaseofyou]

That's sweet. She's sweet. And so are you, when you want to be.

[ 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. ]

[noreasonneeded]

She is sweet.

[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?