[ Kimiko had absolutely intended to do it here. She hadn't given the possibly questionable logistics a second thought when she dragged her irritating hitchhiker out of The Dome and shoved the cuff onto its wrist. He's right, though, she realises. It wouldn't be safe and could open a new can of worms. Pointing a few spaces down to a black SUV with a crooked bumper and considerable rust in the wheel well, she fetches her keys out of her pocket and tosses them his way. She can't exactly drive while handcuffed.
Speaking of the hitchhiker, it scowls petulantly and gathers its weight below its centre of gravity, becoming unmovable as a stone.
It exclaims, in a spoiled bossiness that rivals Kimiko's, ]
Fuck you. I'm not going anywhere. Not with that.
[ The last word is hit hard, its gaze sweeping toward Logan with genuine malice in the downward curve of its mouth. ]
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Speaking of the hitchhiker, it scowls petulantly and gathers its weight below its centre of gravity, becoming unmovable as a stone.
It exclaims, in a spoiled bossiness that rivals Kimiko's, ]
Fuck you. I'm not going anywhere. Not with that.
[ The last word is hit hard, its gaze sweeping toward Logan with genuine malice in the downward curve of its mouth. ]