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When they were out of the apartment building, Vance seemed to relax a little bit. He really really didn't like that place. It made his skin feel oily and his scales itch. Not to mention he'd still had the urge to go down and stare that man right in the face, without his blindfold.

The medusa pulled off his hat and one of his pink eyebrows arched delicately over the blindfold. "Can you deal with two of them up there for almost an hour?" As sarcastic as the question sounded, he was completely serious. Sully had a tendency to explore everything, and with a playmate they could be all over the inside of the truck. He offered the hat to Theirn before he turned toward the vehicle.

Sully was firmly attached to the hatband, held in place by her little smokey tendrils. She wasn't going anywhere, and from experience knew that she had to hold on or be horrible dislodged.

It took her a moment to realize the hat was leaving Vance however, and as soon as she did her deathgrip released and she threw herself across the gap at her guardian. Sully was not about to be left somewhere without him.

The medusa sighed and hooked a finger in his breast pocket. "Nevermind. She's probably tired." He made sure the lump of rock was situated before giving Theirn a rueful smile. "I think she knows I'd rather abandon her somewhere then take her with me."

Vance wasn't the most manly looking of his race, but he didn't seem to have any problem lifting his significant weight around. He put both hands flat against the tailgate and lifted his body, sliding himself up onto the bed. It didn't look very graceful, but it got the job done.

Vance settled in the back of the truck, curling his tail up into a fairly tight coil. With a start, he twisted up his long pink tendril of hair and tucked it down the inside of his jacket. He turned his head to look in the front of the truck, and decided that it was probably too much trouble trying to carry on a conversation when the vehicle started moving. So instead of answering him, he slunk low to make the drive more comfortable.

During the drive, the medusa kept a hand over his pocket. He was grateful that Sulfur seemed to be holding still, something that was out of the ordinary for her. With her being quiet Vance's mind did start to wander. With all the warnings he'd been getting, he was feeling less and less certain about getting rid of his stone. Merci had seemed pretty rabid when she'd been separated from Dio. He didn't want to know what it felt like, he was pretty adverse to pain of any kind.

He resigned himself with a sigh that was lost to the howling, buffeting wind. Vance just patted his pocket and watched the scenery pass him by as he mulled over what his life was going to be like with a creature that could read his mind and float through walls.

Sulfur was tired. She'd had a pretty exciting day thus far. So instead of trying to cause trouble, she just lay in the comfort and safety of her guardian's pocket. Sully could feel the comforting pressure of his hand draped over her, and she drew strength from him.