[littl3chocobo]

as he ran his hand through dark brown curly locks he came to an understanding and was not going to lie, this was slowly becoming his favorite car by association with galvin pyce as was the green apartment, and saterdays. he tightened his fingers into a grip when they moved over a bump in the road and mischievous eyes only offered him a glance before closing again. he loosened his fingers back to a stroke. he didn't mind the car thing so much really