As the keys sung through the air, Zack’s armored glove snatched them mid-flight and turned the ignition over, engines rumbling to life with a whir. With her suggestion to wait for nightfall, he hopped into the driver seat anyway and patted the cushion next to him. “Perhaps we can take the long way, to give us a chance to chat and allow night to fall naturally.” he offered with a sympathetic smile. They’d have plenty of time and resources to pull over for a while if needed, or take a small tour of the areas near Celeste’s residence.
Pending Celeste’s boarding, Zack would throttle up and take off roughly in the direction Celeste had gestured, kicking up a trail of sand and dust behind them. As the Rattataki sun baked the planet in its heat, Zack detached a small canteen of water that was fastened to his belt and took a sip, swishing the water around his mouth to replace lost moisture. He’d need to if he intended to talk for any amount of time in the dry heat of this world.
“So…if I may ask, how did you get into this warlord's clutches? He must have caught you off-guard somehow..." he began to ponder before catching himself and reminding him to keep his mind in the present moment. He needed to be an ear - a shoulder to lean on - not an instigator. He needed to keep his emotions in check, just for a little while longer. "Sorry, Celeste. Don't mean to push you. Talk when you're ready. At your speed." he said, briefly looking over to her with a reassuring pat on her leg.
Pending Celeste’s boarding, Zack would throttle up and take off roughly in the direction Celeste had gestured, kicking up a trail of sand and dust behind them. As the Rattataki sun baked the planet in its heat, Zack detached a small canteen of water that was fastened to his belt and took a sip, swishing the water around his mouth to replace lost moisture. He’d need to if he intended to talk for any amount of time in the dry heat of this world.
“So…if I may ask, how did you get into this warlord's clutches? He must have caught you off-guard somehow..." he began to ponder before catching himself and reminding him to keep his mind in the present moment. He needed to be an ear - a shoulder to lean on - not an instigator. He needed to keep his emotions in check, just for a little while longer. "Sorry, Celeste. Don't mean to push you. Talk when you're ready. At your speed." he said, briefly looking over to her with a reassuring pat on her leg.
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