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[culpa]

[ there is an army truck speeding down courtyard jesus fucking christ who the shit brought this in h--


--yeah, no, someone should do something about that. the driver's already demolished two walls. and there's a very high-pitched scream coming from the passenger side window. ]

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[shouldering]

[he was going to sit back and watch the show but

he totally knows that scream, huh]

[culpa]

[ it was some loser fluff-head, fuck him.

but this guy's stepping out of the driver's seat, one hand moving to scratch at the back of his head. ]

Geez, it wasn't that bad. .

[shouldering]

[>insult his driving
>hide

>>stand out in the open like a deer SURROUNDED by headlights]

[culpa]

[ SLAMMING THIS DOOR SHUT LIKE IT HAS OFFENDED HIM!! GREATLY!!! because it has. and ttturning to walk away except--oh

oh. ]

M--Mich?

[archingback]

[meanwhile this fluffhead is no longer screaming and evacuating from the car like his life depends on it]

[but wait]

[. . . .]


A—a vampire—!?

[hewhofightsmonsters]

[oh jesus christ why]

What the hell are you doing?!

[culpa]

Showing off my super cool driving skills, of course.

[ attempting to back up the truck. except the only thing it does is go further into the building.

y e a h ]

[hewhofightsmonsters]

...Get out of the truck.

[culpa]

No way! You're gonna have to go get your own!

[ BECAUSE YOU WANT TO TAKE HIS TRUCK DON'T YOU. ]

[archingback]

L-Lieutenant Colonel Glen—ah, t-this is, this is—!

[actually maybe i should let yuu handle this]

[hewhofightsmonsters]

Don't think you're going to be considered an innocent bystander on this one, Yoichi!

[archingback]

[but yuu-kun is trying to run lieutenant colonel glen over]

[tbh i don't fear for glen's safety he can handle himself I'M TOO DEEPLY FEARING FOR MY OWN LIFE]

I, I, I, I'm sorry—!

[archingback]

Y-Y-Yuuuuuuu-kun, is this really okay—!?

[i'm going to die if not by this car drive our team is going to kill us shinoa-san is going to kill us we are all going to die]

[culpa]

Of course it's fine. Finder's keepers.

[ STEPPING ON THE GAS. ]

[archingback]

[girly shriek]

[culpa]

[ WHY DO WE JUST KEEP GOING FURTHER INTO THE WALL I WANT TO GO BA--

oh. reverse. right.

let's do that. ]

[bluescreenofdeath]

[This girl who is inside a mobile phone (???) holds up a '7' score card]

Not bad! Nice volume.

[archingback]

[lungs here would say thank you except he's not sure if that's something he should be thankful for

or who he should be thankful to in the first place]

E-eh? Is—someone there?

[bluescreenofdeath]

Over here, look down.

[archingback]

. . . . eh?

[looks . . . looks down]

[. . . . .]



Eh???

[culpa]

Only seven?

[bluescreenofdeath]

Needs more flips.

[loveschildren]

[Suddenly there's some asshole in front of the truck, smiling as he waits.]

[culpa]

[ so you mean--step really hard on the gas pedal, right. ]

[loveschildren]

[Yes. Exactly. Casually jumping out of the way at the last minute, or rather, jumping on top of the truck. Enjoy the old horror movie standard of him ripping the top off the car so he can reach in.]