remarks | test driving, yo.

Current Music: ota

test driving, yo.

Have you accepted our lord and savior Satan?

[ makes a sour face and sends the last text, putting the cellphone back in her jacket's pocket ]

I like to think I still have something of my own in my head.

Hey, [lifts one defensive hand, other on the wheel,] Just wondering. I don't know how that works up there.

[He'd say down there, but that would get different connotations if he's referring to her body.]

... Do you think I still have something of my own in my head?

[He asks with a smile, but. Truth is he remembers little to nothing about who he used to be before.]

[ you don't want to know how that works up there, kid. looks at him with a soft smile, hiding what's really going on. she doesn't lose it when he asks her the question, but she does scoots in her seat, leaning her head on the door and closing her eyes, enjoying the breeze from outside ]

I think you're still you. [ it's a lie, but she doesn't have it in her to tell him otherwise. go figure, she likes the kid like you love a shitty little brother ]

Unfortunately. [ she adds to alleviate the mood ]

[Unfortunately, huh. huh.

But he doesn't press on that. He just gives her a side glance and keeps his eyes on the road because this isn't a goddamn american movie. AMERICAAAA]

That why you picked me?

[ satan, lucifer and beelzebub, petre. you don't ask that. you never ask that.

she doesn't open her eyes and scoots furthermore, as if she has fallen asleep and for a moment, she does think about it. maybe it would be better to avoid that question because honestly, she has no idea how to reply ]

I didn't pick anything.

Way to make me feel - [a pause. He thinks.] What's the opposite of special? Un-special? Banal. Yeah - way to make me feel banal. Like you just looked around the room and said, 'yeah, that'll do, pig'.