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[douchebag]

If there's any inappropriate handling of gearshifts, you should absolutely take care of it.

[douchebag]

Fatally.

[douchebag]

Or let me handle it. I'll handle it.

[classification]

All right. I'm leaving now. I'll know if you do anything. Fifteen minutes.

[douchebag]

You should teach me how to drive next.

[douchebag]

And by teach me how to drive, I mean we should have sex in the car. I've thought about that too.

[douchebag]

There are about 12 different ways we could do it, too. Yes. 12. I know. I've figured them out.

[douchebag]

About half of them we can do in the front seat. I could jerk you off. Or give you head. We could make a game of it. Test your concentration. How long can you drive before you have to pull over.

[douchebag]

Once we pulled over, we could take it to the back seat. Or te hood of the car. Or the back of the car. Or the grass. Or against a tree.

[douchebag]

Must go faster.

[douchebag]

Next time you want to hang out with your friends, we should really fuck first. I'm bored and you're not here.

[douchebag]

You aren't answering your phone. Are you pissed? Why are you pissed?

[douchebag]

Just because you get some new friends doesn't mean you can just ignore me.

[douchebag]

Or is that how it's going to be? Disposable, right? Because I'll always be here so who fucking cares. Well, I won't be. Because I'm dead.

d.

[douchebag]

Forget the milk. I'm going out.

[classification]

I'm driving. Don't say another word or you won't be satisfied.

[douchebag]

[ He doesn't say anything else. Mostly because he throws the phone across the room so he isn't tempted to harass him further. ]

[classification]

[ What the fuck is happening. Locus wasn't pissed, not really. But, he kind of is now. He thought they'd talked about this whole jealousy thing and tried to take care of it. It seems like that was a big bust. Eventually, Locus does reply once he's done with the lesson. ]

It hasn't even been a full hour, Felix. I told you what I was doing, I can't teach someone how to drive while talking to you. You're being ridiculous.

[douchebag]

[ He really isn't trying to be an unreasonable disaster. It just happens. ]

It doesn't take an hour. It takes like, I don't know, three fucking seconds. One second you're pinned down by big ugly aliens and the next you're looking over at the new guy and that's it. Show's over.

[classification]

[ He needs to try a little harder....... ]

We've gone longer without speaking. I told you I would be busy for at least an hour today—undisturbed. What is the issue, Felix?

1/2

[douchebag]

You don't like how I drive!

[douchebag]

And maybe I had a lot of nightmares last night and it's making shit weird. Okay? There.

1/2

[classification]

[ S I G H. Just. Sigh. ]

No one likes how you drive.

[classification]

I'm on my way home. Are you there or do I need to come find you?

[douchebag]

It's fine. Have fun with your friend. Just not more fun than you'd have with me.

I'm at home. Me and Leon are trying on sweaters.