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"It had better be an emergency."
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He doesn't. He gets to subjectively decide his suffering is worse.

[Even given the topic, Chase can't help raise his eyebrows at the offer of the keys.]

Whose birthday was this again?

[synanthrope]

[She just looks at him, her smile sharp]

I can drive everyday. You can drive.

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I have to put some money into a car.

[His own keys would be a nice thing. He gets her door.]

[synanthrope]

[She slips inside, one bare leg slipping up the side of his leg]

If you find something, I'll fix it for you.

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I'll look forward to your face when I bring in the battered RV.

[He says this to her knees before blinking and refocusing.]

[synanthrope]

Do you think I couldn't make a battered RV a good car?

[She blinks up at him, innocently]

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Maybe if you smelted it and started over. [He closes her door for her, decidedly, to walk around and get in on his (her) side.]

Which I wouldn't put past you.

[Belt, ignition, hand on her thigh.]

[synanthrope]

I think that's a challenge, Robert.

[She settles under him, shifting slightly, her legs slightly awkward. But she looks comfortable]

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Now where do I find a battered RV?

[His hand lifts to pull out onto the road, returning not long after, as soon as he can handle the wheel one handed.]

[synanthrope]

I don't know. You could ask the deities for a car. There's a Bentley in the City somewhere that doesn't belong to anyone anymore. I don't know where it is, though.

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I wouldn't ask the 'deities' for a red cent. [He drops his attention from the road for a second to look at her.] Now a Bentley I'd believe you could make into a good car. Helps to start as one.

[He's not sure, however, that he wants something so grand. Maybe not the battered RV either. There has to be a sleek, fast middle ground.]

[synanthrope]

A Bentley is a very nice car, although not particularly fast.

You like fast.

[She knows. She's paid attention.]

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[He taps the wheel with the edge of his palm, as good as a nod.]

Yup.

[synanthrope]

[She leans back and adjusts so her feet are up on the dash, her heels pressing into the molding]

Something fast and sleek, then. Something I can add a faster engine into without making it seem obvious.

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[He whines softly, a sound caught somewhere between his nose and throat.

Cough.]

My thought exactly.

[synanthrope]

[She hears that and turns her head to look at him]

What are you thinking about?

[intheblanks]

Cars.

[He looks across at her, wide eyed, before letting his focus slide back to the road via a particular view across the dash.]

Not sure I'd define the rest as thinking.

[synanthrope]

[She smirks - it's an evil look, for a moment, and casually puts her hand on her upper thigh, but Chase can't see exactly where it is.]

Did I ever tell you that one of my brothers is a doctor?

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Which one?

[Which also means no. He wets his lips after he asks, willing them to the next patch of straight road.]

[synanthrope]

Ray. Raymond.

He's an idiot.

[They're all idiots in Saya's opinion, except maybe Celina]

[intheblanks]

That's not an ideal credential. [But Chase thinks a lot of doctors are idiots.] Not uncommon, either. Which part of the beach are we headed to?

[synanthrope]

Go to the bottom tip, it's as far as we can go in this car.

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All right.

[He knows the area more or less backwards, from the road to the small footpaths down on to the sand.]

Any reason you're telling me now?

[synanthrope]

Because I always think about my family on days like this one.

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[It shouldn't surprise him. After all, he spends most of his failing at doing the opposite.]

When was the last time you saw him? Ray.