That's putting it lightly. [snorts back, wiping blood and grime from his cheek with the back of an equally bloodied and grimy hand.
doesn't miss the way heine's hand trembles, shakes, ever so slightly. being observant is a trait to be treasured even before the world went to shit. kanda's not forgotten his old habits yet.]
Relax. We'll find more for you to blow heads off. [he's itching, too. itching to crush another skull, get his hands on a proper sword and cut something. settles instead for jabbing the end of the metal bat into heine's side, harmless but none too gentle, before chucking it into the trunk next to the shotgun.]
[he's jostled just enough to tip over slightly, but not enough to stumble or fall. still, it's bruised there and he doesn't see the point in making things worse. not when the world is fallen to shit around them.]
Too bad, princess. [snorts, though the corner of his mouth lifts up just a bit. as he circles around to the other side of the car.] Next horde we run into, I'm kicking you out and driving off.
Like you can drive without someone telling you where shit is. You'd crash in half a mile.
[ though let's be honest, neither of them drive at anything resembling legal speeds. GOOD THING IT'S THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AND THE POLICE AREN'T... alive, mostly.
staring off into the distance over the piles of limp bodies, he abruptly turns and goes after him, slamming his foot into the car door next to kanda's shin. just to, you know, catch his attention. casual. ]
I drive a hell of a lot better than you, at least.
[which is entirely an exaggeration. but surely an average of a few miles per hour faster is considered better. relatively speaking.
he tries to take advantage of heine's momentary lapse in attention to get the driver's door open, but that clearly didn't work. so he shoves at heine's chest with his shoulder to force him back and away from the door.]
[ he falls back, steadying himself after a moment and taking the step forward again. ] Yeah, right.
[ RUDE, his driving is great. ]
You really want to fight about this? [ he steps in close, pushing himself into kanda's personal space and scowling. as hands-off as he is most times, the adrenaline's effects are strong enough that he's still ready for a fight, or something equally physical. ]
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doesn't miss the way heine's hand trembles, shakes, ever so slightly. being observant is a trait to be treasured even before the world went to shit. kanda's not forgotten his old habits yet.]
Relax. We'll find more for you to blow heads off. [he's itching, too. itching to crush another skull, get his hands on a proper sword and cut something. settles instead for jabbing the end of the metal bat into heine's side, harmless but none too gentle, before chucking it into the trunk next to the shotgun.]
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Shut up. I don't ever want to have to go through that shit again.
[ one zombie horde is enough for a lifetime, honestly. he shoves kanda's shoulder, not hard but not exactly gently. ]
Let's get out of here already.
..where did the notif for this go
Too bad, princess. [snorts, though the corner of his mouth lifts up just a bit. as he circles around to the other side of the car.] Next horde we run into, I'm kicking you out and driving off.
eaten by the dw monsters
[ though let's be honest, neither of them drive at anything resembling legal speeds. GOOD THING IT'S THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AND THE POLICE AREN'T... alive, mostly.
staring off into the distance over the piles of limp bodies, he abruptly turns and goes after him, slamming his foot into the car door next to kanda's shin. just to, you know, catch his attention. casual. ]
I'm driving.
EATEN BY TIME AND no excuses sob
[which is entirely an exaggeration. but surely an average of a few miles per hour faster is considered better. relatively speaking.
he tries to take advantage of heine's momentary lapse in attention to get the driver's door open, but that clearly didn't work. so he shoves at heine's chest with his shoulder to force him back and away from the door.]
Over my undead body.
Re: EATEN BY TIME AND no excuses sob
[ RUDE, his driving is great. ]
You really want to fight about this? [ he steps in close, pushing himself into kanda's personal space and scowling. as hands-off as he is most times, the adrenaline's effects are strong enough that he's still ready for a fight, or something equally physical. ]