"Don't wave your hands in front of my face, love, I'm driving." Virgil scolds slightly, snapping his teeth whenever my hand comes close to his face.
"There's something on your face." I pout, trying again. "If you would just let me… ah!" I snatch my hand back. "Stop trying to bite me for fuck's sake." I scold him in return.
"Well I would hold them down but my hands are currently busy…" He chokes on the rest of his words when I climb on his legs, I'm short enough to not obscure his view of the road.
"There!" I exclaim triumphantly, returning to my seat and waving two pillow feathers. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?" I ask smugly, throwing the feathers out the window.
He doesn't reply and I glance at him to see an inscrutable expression on his face. "V? Are you okay?" I ask in concern.
