► In reply to Desir she pat him on the shoulder with the arm she wasn't using to hide Mithllo. "I'm practically sober. I only had one drink," she assured. He knew she had a very very high tolerance thanks to her body.
Rhys set Mithllo in the passenger seat of her car for now, changing back into her other clothes and folding up the dress, setting it carefully away. She really wasn't sure how to secure him, but if she drove carefully he should be fine... But what about bumps? This was frustrating. While assessing her options carefully Rhys' phone buzzed. She saw it was a picture and expected something along the lines of logan's body's face, but it was someone she'd thought was gone for good. Someone she wanted to crush because they ran away like a coward. Trezayne Rathier. Rhys had to put her phone down in order not to accidentally crush it. Options were even more limited now, she was speeding home. She sent Taiki a text that said "I'm coming back" and nothing else. No other explanation was needed.
But she still needed a seat for her tiny chittering passenger. "Why can't you be human again..." she mumbled to him, fighting off a roar that wanted to come out. This situation was getting worse by the minute. Rhys got into the car and buckled in, starting it up. She scooped hedgello up gently and tried to slide him into her shirt pocket, but he didn't really fit. "Where do you fit." Growling, she stared at him. He was cup sized. Rhys used some napkins to make the cupholder nice and comfy and took off out of Lohrith, making sure to speed only when no one else was around, and on the roads she knew were straights or didn't make any sudden turns, but she needed to save time, humming a lullaby to try and calm herself. It didn't work, she was still incredibly angry.
║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺIҬҢȽȽϴ ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ Mithllo gave a drunken chitter of response, not to sure if he even heard the question right. He even tilted back and landed on his back on the seat, wriggling his little nubs in the air helplessly. His quills were going to get stuck there. When he was moved to the cupholder he curled up and fell right to sleep with softer drunken chitters.
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