OOC: ON
You got it.
IC: ON
Damion sat in the front seat of his luxurious and high performance company V12 Sedan as he cruised down a winding road. He had recieved word that he could take refuge here whenever he needed to by a close partner of his, but the place was sort of out of the way. He'd been on the road for a while trying to find the tavern and not the scenary was changing steadily. Snow dusted the trees and hills around him and the air, though dryer, seemed also heavier. He had turned on the heater some time ago to keep the cab warm and had shown his companion how to operate the heated bucket seats.
Looking over to the passenger side, he lets his eyes drift over Ristar's form. She had curled up for a nap while they were driving and he couldn't blame her. It was a long road and she had been through a bit of stress as of late. Admitidly, part of that was his fault, but his excuse for that was a little stress never hurt anybody. He was funny like that.
Still, she had stood up to her brother in Damion's defense, something that he knew was difficult for her. They were quite close before Damion had brought her world crashing down around her. He couldn't find anything he regreted off-hand, but he did think she would be better off for it in the long run. Hell, he had been nomadic for a long part of his own life and he was no worse for ware. Then again, his sense of perspective was worped so far beyond the norm that any sane person would likely keep their distance from him.
He was glad Ristar was on the edge, in that case. Despite their scuffel, he rather enjoyed her company.
Reaching over, he squeases her leg gently to rouse her from sleep. "We are close," he said, after giving her a chanse to wake up. "What name do you want to go by when we arrive?" It was blunt and to the point, but at least he wasn't being a d**k about it.
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=hides shy in box= teehee.
