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[vengeance_driven]

Who: Niko Bellic | Various
When: Month of October
Where: Moira | The Mini Colony
What: Various
Warnings: possible graphic violence and swearing and crude humor. Tags will be slow.

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[vengeance_driven]

[He grinned at that "The car guy." It feels like it's been a long time since he's been that. But it's still nice to hear again, his old expertise still a point of pride.]

Maybe too much trust, but you know what? We'll have some fun anyway.

[That four letter word, "fun". He has less of it than people would think.]

[The keys look normal enough (who knows what to expect anymore) and he grabs them up and heads over to the driver's side.] Let's hope this matches the driver's side lane for these roads.

[takeitslow]

That's what I like to hear. Relax and just enjoy the ride.

[Peter's around the car and in the passenger's seat in seconds, fiddling with the seat belt and poking around the dash. It's almost strange being back in a car after so long away from Earth, like something he'd forgotten he'd missed.]

If it doesn't we can just see how good you are at dodging.

[vengeance_driven]

Sometimes I didn't bother to dodge. [More cryptic than he intends, but given the sort of history that Peter's told him about, he really doubts that the implications of that will be shocking. He's told the young man enough about his sordid mess of a history.]

[The driver's mirror is adjusted and he's pleasantly surprised he can just use a key. And he kicks back before peeling out of the parking area a little too fast (by human standards, likely not by Peter's) driving around and down the nearest exit ramp.]

So where did you get this?

[takeitslow]

Dude. You just let it crash? [He cackles, slapping his thigh.] Hardcore. It seems like a good way to lose your car though.

[Peter leans back in his seat, folding his hands behind his head as Niko takes off. To him it's a leisurely pace, like taking a walk. Normally it would make his skin crawl to be confined in a car moving at what feels like a snails pace, but he's in a good mood. Right now it's just relaxing.]

It seems like someone out there really, really likes me. I got it in the mail. Or rather, I got the note saying it got it with the mail call. Nice, right? Usually I just end up with food.