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(Do whatever lol)
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(Bump let me know if you need another POV/a long POV lol)
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((Yes please xD if it's not much trouble :') I just don't really know what Dion should do))
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Raez saunters out of the restaurant after a minute or so. He makes a hand sign at Wiley, who dives off of the car and into the driving seat. Just that makes Raez sprint.
"No no, you are not driving," he says, trying to wrestle Wiley out as gently as he can.
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Dion just stood to the side, wondering where Rai would be by then.
He didn't even want to try to get close to Wiley and because of that didn't help Raez. He did wonder why nobody wanted the chemist to drive. Though, it seemed pretty obvious to him that Wiles shiuld probably not be trusted with such a task.
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"Why NOT?" Wiley protests like a child, trying to close the door even with Raez nearby.
"Because you know what happened last time," Raez stresses. "Get out of there now."
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"The sooner we get out of here, the better," Dion muttered while twirling a strand of his hair.
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"Right, and I can drive," Wiley insists, craning his neck a little to stare point-blank at Dion via the rearview mirror. "Drive fast."
"Precisely," Raez states, adopting a more dramatic and persistent tone than the drawl he'd been using before, presumably to counter Wiley's tone.
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"I feel you'd do something like crash us on purpose," he mumbled again and looked away.
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"Accurate!" Wiley exclaims as he clamps both hands around the steering wheel in an attempt to resist Raez's tugs on his sleeve. Soon after, he complains, "Stop tugging on my beautiful coat!"
"Then get out," Raez says imposingly.
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"Can't we get another car?"
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"No time," Raez explains ultra patiently to Dion before hissing in a very scary tone to Wiley, "You know what's going to happen if you don't get out of there" which in turn results in the chemist scrambling out of the car like his life depends on it.
"Alright," Raez says as he slides into the car again with a less scary tone of voice. "We're going to get going now." He fishes out the keys from his pockets gracefully. Wiley, meanwhile, scrambles into the passenger's side.
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Dion was pretty o.o at Raez's voice.
Well, he started towards the back seat while sliding the goggles on again. He breathed in deeply to calm his heart rate as he took his seat.
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Wiley crawls into the car and slams the door.
"Make sure your phone is on," Raez tells Wiley, which ensues another round of the chemist scrambling to do what Raez said. "Buckle in, Dion."
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Dion obediently did as told.
"You have a phone?"
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"Yeah, I have a phone???" Wiley questions Raez.
Raez gives him a huge squint that borders a glare. "Don't you dare tell me you didn't bring it."
Wiley makes a slight squeaking noise.
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"What do you need the phone for??"
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"Stay in contact with Rai," Raez answers as Wiley shrinks in place. "If he needs help I should go over."
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"I should have asked Rai for his number," Dion muttered to himself.
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"Oh, don't worry, that's not the problem," Raez says breezily before staring at Wiley again. "The problem is the fact that Wiley doesn't have his phone." He glares at the chemist clearly this time as he buckles up and starts up the engine.
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Dion checked he had strapped into the seat correctly.
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"I probably, uh, left it in a lab."
"Which one?" Raez asks with a prickly tone.
"..."
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"You have more than one lab???"
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"I have..." Wiley tries to count. "A hundred or so. I think. Some of them I haven't been to in years."
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"Why so many?" Dion asked the question, but his tone made it seem as if he wasn't really expecting an answer.
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"I need them," Wiley insists.
"We need the phone," Raez mimics.
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"I'm not gonna question why you need so many labs."
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"Good," Wiley says, casting an anxious glance to Raez.
Eas doesn't say much. He just finally starts backing up. Carefully.
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"I wonder how Rai is doing."
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"Probably calling the phone that's not going to be answered," Raez remarks, totally not with salt.
Wiley throws his hands into the air and harumphs. "Fine! I get it, Rae! I messed up! A'right?"