"Can't you make this thing go any faster?"
Kicking his feet up on the steel table locked into the floor, an array of messy, unorganized papers flustered off the sides as he complained. Blowing between his lips a fit of air, he pushed the messy, low-hanging, light-brown fringes that nearly covered his eyes out of the way.
"If you want to be the driver and pour your own damn mana into this thing, be my guest!"
Yelling from the front of the armored vehicle, the man with pale, blonde hair replied sharply with his rough, unrefined voice.
"Mm, I'll pass. The captain always needs to stay at one-hundred percent."
Speaking with a yawn carrying his voice, the relaxed man held a smile that held a certain smugness to it that sent the blonde-haired driver into further frustration.
"Then shut the hell up! I'm losing focus here…"
