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"Let's ride to the fuckin' moon!" I tell Dante, pointing at the Still-blue sky. Ironically chiding to the orange-yellow circle behind the clouds.
"That's the sun." He retorts with that same cute frown all the time. "I don't wanna 'drive to the moon'. Dead ass, wanna get arrested? That's one way. I ain't gonna speed 200 kph to drive to the moon. Plus, We can't pass the tollway there I'm pretty sure there's an age restriction."
"You're a pussy." I reply, feeling a grin crawl on my lips.
"Ugh. A careful 'pussy', if I do like to say so for myself," he oh so cleverly replies.
"Oh come on Dante, your no fun~!" I trot to my car, the GTR r35, its engine roaring; its growling resounding the block with the Supra. "Race you to Ron's?" I open the door of my car straight to the driver's seat--having to fucking crouch so hard just to enter. Sometimes I hate being so tall...but I like it too. It has its perks.
I squeeze into the driver's seat, get comfortable, and grasp the wheel of the GTR R35. Ahh. Always feels so good to ride a bad boy like this.
I see Dante's head peek out from the Supra's driver's window. It's kind of cute the way I see it. "Ron's? The diner? Just like...eh? The diner in K-Lex skyway? That's 170 miles north you dumb fuck..!" He yells. "That's literally exiting Neon City and going to another state!" He adds in a 'matter-of-factly'.
I smirk. "I know~" then I stomp on the accelerator, releasing another loud growl. The screeching sound of tires grinding of asphalt echoes in the street. "Meetcha there~"
"H-Hey wait, I still don't know how to drive--"
I leave him to the dust. Literally. Almost immediately I zoom past him, leaving a trail of white smoke. Laughing hysterically I gaze at the side mirror.
Oop. I can see the Supra move forward a bit. Going at 100 mph in 5 seconds. Ah. The car swerves for a few seconds. Luckily he didn't crash on a metal pole. Yet. I can tell Dante's panicking in there. Heh...maybe I should've taught him how to drive. But that's fiiiinnee...he plays a lot of those car racing and drifting games in the arcade and VR with the steering wheel, clutch, nitro boost, and stuff so...he's just experiencing the real thing now.
I flip the switch below the radio to turn on the comms and to receive the audio currently happening in the Supra.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuuuckk...! Shiiit...!" I hear him from the comms. His reactions are hilarious.
"How you holding up, hubby~?"
He yelps. "You added comms to this shit?!" He asks, proceeding to scream obscurities, his voice sounding a bit static and robotic due to the transmission.
I chuckle. " 'Course I would. It's funny hearing you scream." I tell him, turning to my left, passing through a few mega buildings 3 kilometers tall and 2 kilometers wide, flooded with neon lights before driving toward a wide highway with little to no vehicles in sight--switching to gear three on the clutch. Now I'm going at 219 mph.
"You're a fuckin' sadist, arentcha?!" He bites back, his voice a bit more static at the last word.
Gazing back at the side mirror, I see Dante getting used to his new ride...actually driving better now. "Holy shit you got used to it way faster than I thought you would."
"...Shuddap. It's actually pretty easy..."
Looking back at my rear mirror--fuckin' hell he's drifting isn't he...oh look, he's drifting on a straight line now, white smoke excreting from the continuous grinding of the rubber tires on the asphalt.
I can't help but grin. I know driving a car like that is his passion. So I gave him it. "Show off~" Then I switch to gear 4, running at 345 mph now. I get hyped up when I hear the engine of the GTR roar.
"K-Klara aren't you goin' a bit too fast?" He stutters through the comms. I like he's worried about my safety. It's funny. "Awww is me hubby worried for me again~?"
"..." I wait for his reaction. But all I hear is static--"Kill yourself."
"BAHAHAHAAHAHAH--" I choke on my own spit, coughing for several seconds straight before resuming "O-OH..F-FUCK HAHAHAHAAA..."
"Klara if you're gonna bully me--do it when you stop driving. You're gonna crash..."
"GAHAH--ouhh...hahaha...psh..nahhh. I ain't that careless." I shift to fifth gear. Going at 469 mph in 5 seconds only for a moment before slowing down back to second gear, now back at 187 mph. I made sure to add 8 gears on this bad boy. Heh.
I hear the static lessen a bit on my comms after I slowed down. "Christ, Klara don't go exceeding Mach 3--want the g-force to go ahead and flatten your fat ass? Literally?" He exaggerates.
"Oh shut up. I'm just built different~"
"Cringe. Don't say that."
"You were just complimenting my asset 3 seconds ago."
"Whatever!" Right after that statement, I see him zoom past me in a blink! Leaving a resounding bellow coming from the Supra, the image of the car getting smaller as he progresses further into the highway.
"Fuckin' hell, Dante!" I do the same, grinning like a madwoman before switching to gear 4 and stomping on the accelerator, the engine of my car howling as it gains speed.
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2: 05 pm
We arrive at Ron's and man I'm hungry. Dante orders 2 pieces of chicken with gravy and bread while I order steaks. Medium rare. I think I ordered around several of 'em with each different kind of sauce.
As of now, Dante and I were sitting adjacent to each other at one table with our meals being served on our table. His eyes were wide as saucers and his jaw oozed down the floor.
...
I'm exaggerating. He's just flabbergasted by the amount of steak I ordered, how I'll eat all of that, and is most likely worrying about the bill.
"You're...paying..right?" He asks sheepishly.
I scarf down a steak half the size of Dante's head. Chewing. I reply with my mouth full. "You're the man, aren't you?"
He groans out loud.
I laugh, swallowing my food. "Jokee~ I'll pay for it because I'm sooo kind anndd humble."
He crosses his arms. Pouting. "You're just like my dad. Shitty jokes."
"Ayee~ That means he'll think I'm cool--and even better--I'll be like a sis to ya, huh?" Yeah. 'Like a sis'. I hope that changes. Even the way I say it leaves my chest a bit heavy, damn...I'm like a big sis for him. A tall big sis. Yeah...
...
Or maybe he's just really dense I don't fucking know.