the driver. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhollywood stunt driver. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤgetaway driver. ㅤㅤㅤㅤsoft spoken. a heavily headcanoned portrayal of a character from drive (2011). fits into any verse. pansexual. multiship with chem. more info below.

they nod in agreement, gaze briefly dropping to adjust sleeve of jacket. "it's nice to not be alone too." they've been alone in their car for the last few months, minus a stray cat they've been taking care of. they look up at the clock as well... does it always take this long?

there's a lingering smile on their face at that, shaking their head. they seemed to be in the same boat, meeting her smile and statement with a nod. "same here. don't do this as often as i used to."

i. just ran over a pumpkin. why the fuck was a pumpkin in the street

trying to get blood out of their driving gloves.

i don't think the similiarities go any further than that.

they keep their gaze on her, a genuine but soft smile breaking out into the surface as they nod. as they take another look at the stars, an exhale can be heard. "..thank you." words are quiet, and what the 'thank you' is for is uncertain.

watching (the reader) from inside of their car.

no one tell irene but i'm putting up halloween decorations.

leaned over their car, cleaning the windshield.

big compliment coming from you.

"...really?" they look back at her as she says that, a hint of red forming on their face at her words. that... is incredibly sweet, even if she didn't mean it. they nod after a moment. "..this is the most at peace i've been in a while."

avery briefly raises their brows before a faint smile forms on their face. "i'm trusting you on that." they walk up beside her as they pull out their wallet to pay. they step aside after they get done.

what if i came into your house and sprawled out on the floor like a cat

//since i'm just getting back... 👁👁