[panic and fire go together better than most of the other parts of this scene do. there are people in designer jeans running past others tumbling about in shiny blue spacesuits, and that person over there is definitely carrying a sword twice the width of their body. somebody else appears to have ridden in a black steed with fire for fetlocks.
so the boy in the car is no less out of place, maybe. somewhat less on fire, somewhat less in a panic. he has spiky hair and sunglasses on, which jesper can see through the window when the white vehicle comes skiddin up with a spray of sand, half-sinking in the warm white substrate.]
Come with me if you want to live, [the bulgarian boy crows at him, his voice as jagged and bright as wrecked glass. kavinsky hasn't felt well lately, but it's hard to tell that right now. helpfully, he unlocks the door.]
crash; some timey-wimey here if u pardon me
so the boy in the car is no less out of place, maybe. somewhat less on fire, somewhat less in a panic. he has spiky hair and sunglasses on, which jesper can see through the window when the white vehicle comes skiddin up with a spray of sand, half-sinking in the warm white substrate.]
Come with me if you want to live, [the bulgarian boy crows at him, his voice as jagged and bright as wrecked glass. kavinsky hasn't felt well lately, but it's hard to tell that right now. helpfully, he unlocks the door.]