( he does have a belt. and a significant amount of pockets stitched into his jacket exactly where jason wanted them, thanks. more pockets now, after his kind-of trip back home spaced out his time in new amsterdam when he'd gotten used to going without his significant amount of gear from his time elsewhere. )
Leave my shit alone, I've got it just how I like it! An' mine're in my back pockets, I can't reach 'em and drive at--hold on.
( because they're approaching the alleyway, and despite the mild bitchfest going on up here, he knows tim's good to throw them like jason had asked him to. he doesn't direct tim to do the job he's already given him, instead takes a deep breath, holds it in and turns eyes to the alleyway. counts down the seconds, and as soon as jason's got visibility beyond the alley, he's scrunching up his nose, bites down on the inside of his lower lip - and turns the wheel just enough that the car starts sinking into its own shadow.
there one moment, and gone the next as it lands half on the sidewalk on the other side of the alley. jason lets out the breath he'd been holding. lets off the gas, gets off the sidewalk, and lets the truck slow down to a reasonable pace for the road they're on.
stops at the next stop sign with his blinker on, like any good driver. and makes a right turn. )
Two blocks.
( to jason's old warehouse. tim probably knows where it is. the hand he's got on the steering wheel's shaking a little, and the other's raising to press against his sternum. )
no subject
( he does have a belt. and a significant amount of pockets stitched into his jacket exactly where jason wanted them, thanks. more pockets now, after his kind-of trip back home spaced out his time in new amsterdam when he'd gotten used to going without his significant amount of gear from his time elsewhere. )
Leave my shit alone, I've got it just how I like it! An' mine're in my back pockets, I can't reach 'em and drive at--hold on.
( because they're approaching the alleyway, and despite the mild bitchfest going on up here, he knows tim's good to throw them like jason had asked him to. he doesn't direct tim to do the job he's already given him, instead takes a deep breath, holds it in and turns eyes to the alleyway. counts down the seconds, and as soon as jason's got visibility beyond the alley, he's scrunching up his nose, bites down on the inside of his lower lip - and turns the wheel just enough that the car starts sinking into its own shadow.
there one moment, and gone the next as it lands half on the sidewalk on the other side of the alley. jason lets out the breath he'd been holding. lets off the gas, gets off the sidewalk, and lets the truck slow down to a reasonable pace for the road they're on.
stops at the next stop sign with his blinker on, like any good driver. and makes a right turn. )
Two blocks.
( to jason's old warehouse. tim probably knows where it is. the hand he's got on the steering wheel's shaking a little, and the other's raising to press against his sternum. )
'm never doing that again.