[He's climbing in before she could even move if she wanted to (she doesn't), so she ends up jammed somewhere between the steering wheel, the floor, and--
BEEEEEEEEEEEEP
Fiona is shoved nicely straight into the steering wheel when Rhys finally manages to break through the window and into the truck, causing her to freeze like a deer in the headlights and go completely white.
Her lips thin shortly after. She can hear the silence settle in all around them when he finally lets up enough for her to lift her head off the horn.]
I take it back. You're not just insane. You're certifiable, and in need of a warning label.
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[He's climbing in before she could even move if she wanted to (she doesn't), so she ends up jammed somewhere between the steering wheel, the floor, and--
BEEEEEEEEEEEEP
Fiona is shoved nicely straight into the steering wheel when Rhys finally manages to break through the window and into the truck, causing her to freeze like a deer in the headlights and go completely white.
Her lips thin shortly after. She can hear the silence settle in all around them when he finally lets up enough for her to lift her head off the horn.]
I take it back. You're not just insane. You're certifiable, and in need of a warning label.