[ The door swings open. A split second pause, and then Geralt gets inside. His default is wariness, where strange metal contraptions that purportedly go fast are concerned. He did ride a modern lift once, though, so he's slowly adjusting.
The seats are plush. He hasn't any idea what the fuck the amount of mirrors are for. Is it a vanity thing?
He stares a little dead-eyed at Dean, one eyebrow raised. If he were anyone else the sudden rumble would visibly surprise him. Since he's who he is, Dean receives slightly higher raised eyebrows. That's. Hm.
He needs another drink for this. He takes one. He's agreed to something he can't tell if he'll regret or enjoy far more than he'll ever admit. Possibly both.
(He's too fucking old for what's in store, he just knows it. He has well-honed instincts for these things.) ]
This is the sound of a chernabog before it tears your insides.
[ All he knows is if his horse made this noise, he would not ride her. He's here, though. He's committed. So. There's a vague gesture for Dean to take them on the road already. ]
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The seats are plush. He hasn't any idea what the fuck the amount of mirrors are for. Is it a vanity thing?
He stares a little dead-eyed at Dean, one eyebrow raised. If he were anyone else the sudden rumble would visibly surprise him. Since he's who he is, Dean receives slightly higher raised eyebrows. That's. Hm.
He needs another drink for this. He takes one. He's agreed to something he can't tell if he'll regret or enjoy far more than he'll ever admit. Possibly both.
(He's too fucking old for what's in store, he just knows it. He has well-honed instincts for these things.) ]
This is the sound of a chernabog before it tears your insides.
[ All he knows is if his horse made this noise, he would not ride her. He's here, though. He's committed. So. There's a vague gesture for Dean to take them on the road already. ]