( Riding around less than sober is a thing they have in common — unfortunately way less kosher when it's a car, and way more illegal. His track record is far from pristine, and that habit (however infrequent) is definitely on the less great end of the spectrum. The good news is, they're in the Horizon. He could detonate a friggin' grenade on the dashboard and they'd still be fine. )
Sure she does.
( Said in a sort-of grunt as he leans over to pointedly open up the passenger's side door. Get in, nerd. Not that he doesn't think Geralt could figure out a damn door handle, he's just impatient. )
You just gotta listen real close. Shh.
( He holds up one hand — hold, listen, you hear that?
And then the other cranks the ignition, and the engine rumbles to life. He beams proudly and announces: )
She purrs like a friggin' panther.
( Or... like a pack of panthers. Maybe one giant panther. )
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Sure she does.
( Said in a sort-of grunt as he leans over to pointedly open up the passenger's side door. Get in, nerd. Not that he doesn't think Geralt could figure out a damn door handle, he's just impatient. )
You just gotta listen real close. Shh.
( He holds up one hand — hold, listen, you hear that?
And then the other cranks the ignition, and the engine rumbles to life. He beams proudly and announces: )
She purrs like a friggin' panther.
( Or... like a pack of panthers. Maybe one giant panther. )