Blitzø continued his wild, high-octane drive to work, the car swerving and careening around corners with reckless abandon. The radio blared a chaotic mix of punk rock being currently played, with Blitzø gripping the steering wheel with such intensity like a maniac with wide eyes focusing on the road ahead. His laughter, half-mad and half-joyous, cut through the cacophony of honking horns and screeching tires all the while the cherry on top of this experience at least with Y/N's first-time witness with Blitzø further antics was his attempt to sing along with the song yet he kept singing off-key in a futile attempt to lip sync the song but that did not deter him to sing his heart out. Despite what the others think of his singing.
"I dont wanna seem to wanna let go!"
"Wanna let go!"
"Wanna let go!"
"I dont understand why would you let go!
"Would you let go!"
"Would you let go!"
Blitzø bumped to the song tapping the steering wheel to the bumps of the rhythm singing the next set of the lyrics.
"I dont understand dont wanna let go"
"I dont understand, dont wanna let go"
"Cause you the one,"
"The best thing ever,"
"I dont want to suit you in with a red coat"
"Red coat"
" RED COAT!!"
Meanwhile, Y/N continued holding on for dear life and clung onto the seat like super glue feeling his heart may pop out of his chest all the while Blitzø continued his twist, turn, and swerve off the road ahead of them fueling him with adrenaline especially when coming onto traffic narrowly missing a group of imps crossing the street, who scattered with curses and throwing middle fingers at him only causing him to laugh at the display as it was a regular routine for him but for the others, they had their usual thoughts on the everyday routine.
With Moxie, he sat rigid, showcasing a face that was grim and full of resignation. He stared straight ahead, fingers tapping nervously on his knee. His eyes darted to Blitzo every few moments, silently pleading for a more cautious approach. This chaotic drive had become a regular overtime, yet each time Moxie found himself hoping that Blitzø would miraculously gain a sense of road safety. At this point, he decided not even bother asking him to drive with concern as it would result to fall on deaf ears or be called 'little bitch boy' on a few occasions.
Across from Moxie, Millie leaned out of the window, her hair whipping wildly in the wind. Her laughter rang out, bright and carefree, a stark contrast to Moxie's tension. She reveled in the thrill of the ride, the cool air always being a welcome rush against her face. Her arms spread wide, embracing the chaos, each bump and swerve of the car and music only adding to her delight like riding an untamed wild beast thinking it will get the best of her yet she knows how to tame a vicious hog as Blitzø sang the next verse of the song.
"Should have seen it"
"They tried to frame me"
"Ill sit outside, teach me where we go."
"I dont wait. I shoulndt wait"
"Theyre shooting staright to where we go!!!!"
"Where we go!!"
"WHERE WE GO!!!"
Blitzø continued on his singing without care but finally with Loona, currently sprawled on her seat, the usual scowl and the feeling of discontent from being in this usual everyday routine was changed surprisingly with a smirk of amusement witnessing Y/N's misfortune of his first time being in the same vehicle as Blitzø with his dangerous driving skills. She has her feet propped up on the dashboard with one of her feet tapping to the rhythm of the song but her ears would twitch from Blitzø off keynote as he continues belting out the song almost being over as coincidentally they are near their destination.
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