Two Versus Danger.

+ Both +

This was definitely not made and finished between 1 AM ☞ 3 AM. I'm sorry if there's any confusion or dryness within the chapter :SkyBow:

!! Trigger Warning !! Mild gore and violence, experimentation, 1 or 2 sexual comments

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Yīkào
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We were still in Mr. Quinn's after at least 2 years of being in his car already; it wasn't 2 years, but it was boring inside the car. I needed to have that contestant movement and know that I wouldn't strain my back or my legs by sitting still for so long. God, I may even be paralysed at this rate.

"Can you sit still?" Adam was also bored, which is why he was on his phone and probably agitated.

"No." twisting my back to look at the rearview. I wanted anything to comment on at this point, and I didn't want to invade Adam's personal space just to comment on what he's watching. "That guy looks dead. What do you think? Failed liver? Too much car exhaust in their system?"

Adam put his phone down before looking at me. "How about none of them?"

"Can we wrestle then?" Looking back at Mr. Quinn, hoping for approval of my acts and decisions during boredom, he shrugged and sighed.

"Wait, you can't just-!" I lunged at him and started tickling his waist. "AH!"

"Tickle, tickle, Adam."

"N-" I covered his mouth and pulled him closer, stopping the tickling because it got boring quickly. Adam did try to speak again, but it was all muffled again; it would now look like we were cuddling.

"Adam. I'm bored"

He peeled my hand away from his mouth so he could speak. "I couldn't tell to be honest, but I appreciate your honesty." He sighed before gathering his phone from the floor.

I could bite him if I wanted to, strangle him even, but I chose not to because I'm a 'nice' person and a 'nice' person wouldn't bite their friend's hand. I just wanted something to happen—literally anything! I know my rambling isn't going to help the situation, nor will it make the story magically get to a good part... because you'll have to wait like patient little puppies with their eyes wide open in excitement.

I guess I could try and ramble, though I've never done it properly before. Yes, I may have told you about intestines flying up someone's ass before (or something similar), but I've never rambled. Not as much as Adam, at least God, his rambling was pitiful; normally people wouldn't survive in a room with him for at least an hour; meanwhile, I have to deal with him for the rest of my life. Fortunately, that means I'll have a friend for life, but unfortunately, that means I have to put up with his rambling on about the 10 million "Star Constellations" and their meaning slash usefulness to Dokja.

I don't see how that would be important information when we're being eaten by a monster with teeth the size of an elephant, velocity like a rabbit, and its senses as strong as a starving cat on the sidewalk. Not that it's happened; I was only saying it metaphorically. If it were to happen though, I wouldn't mind, and if anything, I'd like it to happen. This brings me to that one time when Adam wanted to tame a cat so he could bring it home and show his father the present he had gotten for him as an early birthday present. As you can tell, it didn't work out so well and ended up being feasted upon by the cat's claws.

I'm glad I didn't help him; it was fun to see him struggle and see the pain in his eyes as I stood there smirking like I was enjoying his torture; no surprise that I was enjoying myself.

How's that for a rambling? Baffled? I thought so too, but that's rambling for you. I got some head-pointers from Adam doing it so much.

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