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A dime is flipped back.
"Stop messing with others' money," Raez scolded just as he ejected Wiley from the seat. Rai slides into it and closes the door like he's done this a bunch of times, and then Raez drags Wiley back to the back seat. He plops the other in the center, goes to the other side, and then slams the door closed.
Anyways, Rai's starting the ignition and checking all the controls and gas.
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Dion sidled over to sit against the door, as far away from the others as it is possible in a limited space.
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The dime having bounced off of Dion, Wiley takes it and spins it in his hands.
The car starts backing up. Hope Rai knows what he's doing, his identification isn't exactly a valid driving license.
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"If you can drive quickly it would be great," Dion suggested.
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Dion no.
"Why? The speed limit on the highway is 60 M.P.H.," Rai said, going very carefully contrary to Wiley's subsequent agreement.
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(())
"That's kind of a slow ride," he sighed. "It would be more fun if it were faster, don't you think?"
Well, okay...
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"Fun? It's not fun to be chained up with handcuffs," Rai said commonsensibly.
Raez voiced his agreement.
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"Well, ugh, you've got a point. Just drive, okay?"
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"What does it look like he's doing?" Wiley said lowkey rudely, leading Raez to try to shush him.
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"He's driving, obviously. And he'd better not stop." Dion crossed his arms and looked out the window.
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Yayy, trees!
"Ok, so when I get to the destination I won't stop driving and I will just drive past it..." Rai pondered to himself, loudly enough for anyone in the back to hear.
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Dion just grumbled something about 'not literally' and turned his eyes to the roof of the car.
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"All concurred?" Rai asked.
"Aye," Raez said with a pirate salute, the best he could do in the back seat.
Wiley ignores him.
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"Mh."
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"Mh," Wiley mimicked.
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Dion turned to Wiley with a very aggressive expression and repeated the sound.
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Wiley was smirking. "Mh."
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Dion's mind was probably going all like *frustration noises*. He narrowed his eyes, and once more, "Mh."
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"Mh," the scientist said in an enunciated way.
Raez was listening on like "what" while Rai was just focusing on driving safely. Was it just him or were more cars cutting in front of them than what was statistically imaginable?
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The frustration is not limited to his mind now. It's actually very visible on his face.
"Mh!"
Rush hour, maybe?
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Wiley just smirks, letting an annoying "Mh" go unsaid, which somehow makes it more annoying.
Raez leans his head against the window on his side to take a nap and break away from Wiley's and Dion's latest skirmish.
Rai did not think even that was usually probable. Thankfully for every car, he wasn't someone to get angry while driving.
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((Is Rai's wrath to be feared?))
Dion made his hands into fists and slammed them against his own thighs, but nothing else. He turned his face (which wasn't any less frustrated) to the window once more.
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There's some nice silence, but there are whispers of "Mh" when Wiley doesn't even open his mouth?
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Dion tries to tune out the sounds because they make him frown.
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Well, there's still the silence in the car. Rai turned up the music a bit. Maybe he was usually the type to give off the feeling of being a person who liked epic music or something, but the current music is sad and calm. Raez was apparently sleeping.
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He's somewhat pensive, a mood which is probably helped by the music. Who knows what he's thinking about though. Dion's face is still turned to the window as he focused more on the music.
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There aren't any words to the music, but it sounds like someone died nonetheless.
Wiley rolled his neck around a bit but then just leaned his head back.
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Dion's forehead is squished against the window. He might doze off in a while if he keeps like this wih his eyes closed.
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Wiley at some point starts poking Raez to see if the other is ticklish.
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Dion's head just kind of slid to the side. He's sleeping.