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❛ Where the fuck is my husband, you cunt? ❜
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THE DRIVERS CAB WAS EMPTY, which, despite the circumstances, was still extremely worrying. Yeah, the White Death had emptied the whole train out, but surely it still needed a fucking driver.
Lemon strays from his brother and sister in law when he spots the control system at the very head and Tangerine gently lowers Vanessa onto a side seat pressed against the wall. He presses a gentle kiss to her forehead before going to join his brother.
"Alright, Thomas. Time for you to start up," Lemon smiles giddily, like a child receiving their first present on Christmas, but quickly the expression is wiped away, "Oh, shit. Everything's in Japanese. There's no episode in Japanese. What the fuck?"
Tangerine stares at his brother in astonishment, "Are you telling me you don't know Japanese? So this whole trip when you've been translating shit to me, you just told me fucking gibberish?"
Lemon's purses his lip and curses at himself mentally for revealing the small secret, "I know a few word—"
"He doesn't know any," Vanessa states simply from a few metres behind them, her head resting back against the wall.
"What happened to you helping me?" Lemon hisses at her.
"You agreed to drag me in here so I have to hear you two arguing, instead of me fucking fighting so I can die from natural causes and not sheer boredom," She snarls angrily.
"Being fucking shot ain't natural causes, love," Tangerine grumbles, stepping into her view and leaning back against the wall opposite her, folding his bloody arms over his chest.
"You know what I meant," She grunts out.
Suddenly, there's an explosion further back along the train, rattling along the carriages and Tangerine leans forward slightly, jaw clenching with anticipation as he looks along the isles through the door window.
"Bad news?" Vanessa raises a brow, immediately recognising the expression painting his face that he's trying and failing to hide.
He bites his lip, turning back to her with a slow nod of his head, "You could say that," He looks over at his brother, "Lemon! Could you hurry the fuck up, please?"
"A'right! A'right!" Lemon waves his arm behind him while his other hand wraps around a lever and slowly pushes it forward, "Oh, shit! Something's happening!" He exclaims, a small whir generating from below the controls.
