"So, here we see, such an ordinary ni-"
"Mhm, nope, not that one" The blonde haired man, calmly, with a slightly strained voice due to the cigarette in his mouth, muttered, then turned the stereo knob before the song's opening lyrics had even finished playing a single sentence.
"My rival, My idol, you got me suici-"
"Not that one" He did the exact same thing again, taking the cigarrete out, smushing it between his fingers and tossing it behind him.
"My life is like a vide-" And again, much...much more aggressively this time. Panicked even.
"I need to take that off my playlist...." Was muttered with a genuine tone of fear.
He took his eyes off the road to look down at the stereo, was it an unsafe decision? Definitely, but let's be honest, there weren't that many cars on the roads of the backstreets to begin with. Especially not at 1 AM of all times.
''Should probably get her to buy me Slippery Girls 9 while I'm at it if the errand needs to be run this bad.'' The man mumbled to himself, turning the stereo knob once again.
''LOVE YOU LOVE YOU LOVE YOU LOVE, I LOVEE YOUUUUUUU~''
''There we go~.''
At long last, the song was found, with the volume being turned up shortly thereafter, as high as it could possibly go, with his hand returning back to the steering wheel upon adjusting the knob.
His foot applied more pressure to the gas pedal, and simply, kept driving.
The vehicle being driven wasn't anything out of the ordinary, a standard car you'd find in some middle of the road nest dealership, had a nice black paintjob, but otherwise on the outside, was typical.
Of course the interior spoke of a different story, you couldn't exactly be blamed for the unflattering picture that would pop into your mind of just what kind of person would drive in these conditions, literal hundreds of empty beer cans were scattered throughout, some in the backseat, some in the passenger, another one about to be added soon enough as the man was currently in the process of cracking open yet another cold one.
The fizz was like music to his ears.
Can lifted up to his lips, and he took a sip.
''Ah~''
Snack bags were strewn across the place to about the same degree as the cans were, focused primarily in the passenger seat.
Still, he cared little for these things, never did any of it particularly bother him. He went for another sip of the beer to calm his mind.
Drinking and driving, how responsible.
But with the backdrop of a lovely quiet night and some even lovelier, very not quiet idol music to the beat of which he was humming and tapping his finger against a steering wheel, driving responsibly was the least of his worries.
"Love you love you~, love you love you~, love you love you~,yes! Give it to meeeee-huh?"
His singing was abruptly cut off by a familiar ringtone.
"..."
A small "Hmmm..' was spoken upon seeing who was calling him.
"Boop." Regardless, he tapped the button to answer, going back to driving steadily. Not before long did a familiar cheerful voice pipe up from the other end.
"Yo, Seo-jun~"
"Funny way to greet the person you dump all your chores onto." Was spoken without even a hint of annoyance or anger, a small grin to boot.
"Oh come on! You're getting paid leave out of it!"
"Hmmm." He adjusted the car into second gear. "Can't exactly argue with that."
"Exactly~! Now, you do know why I'm calling you right?"
"The wicked bitch of the west wants to know if I did all her errands?"
"100 points!"
"So did you find the bloodfiend or not~?"
"..."
He didn't respond immediately, continuing to drive down the road, not a flicker of a change in expression was present.
"Nah."
"Aw C'mon! That makes this so much harder!"
"Sucks to suck."
He kept driving steadily as the mumbling of the woman became increasingly less coherent, devolving into little more than petulant mumbling.
"Sigh, oh well."
"You seem a little too annoyed for an "Oh well""
"Duh! You're my best errand boy! If you can't find an 8th kindred then who can!"
"..."
"Awwwww so you do think I'm your best errand boy? I'm flattered!" The initial reply was cheerful.
"8th kindred my fuckin' ass" before the latter was uttered quietly enough to be barely audible.
"Best by process of elimination!" Thankfully she was oblivious to that part. "And lack of competition."
"Still the best though~."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night."
"..."
"..."
"Now on the topic of further rewards~"
"Nuhuh, not until you get the fanghunt office~."
"Ah c'mon, you're breaking my heart here, Slippery Girls 9's the best of the franchise!"
"A low bar to clear for porn games." Probably one of the few times in her life this particular fixer of the seven association had a visible tone of disgust in her voice.
"Art cannot be comprehended by peasants."
"A 12 hour visit to a ring gallery is more pleasant than the humiliation I have to endure to go buy that thing you call art."
"Do you want your errands run or not~?"
"..."
"You sly dog~ :D"
"That's what I thought~."
"Mhmmph! This is what I get for not asking Judah to handle this! Can't you go buy that stupid game yourself!?"
"I can actually!"
"WAIT REALLY-"
"As long as you're willing to go get the fanghunt office yourself!"
"Dangit."
"Speaking of which..." His voice trailed off while checking how far away he was from the office. And, well, he had clearly overtaken it.
"...Never mind, I'm here."
"Great!"
"See you later."
"You too!"
"And for the record you're a terrible lia- CLICK"
"..."
"Mhm" He began pulling the car over in front of the building, the sign at the door and emblem of a pair of human teeth with overgrown canines being pierced trough with a stake made it unmistakable.
"Too sharp for her own good sometimes"
The key was taken out of the car, stopping the engine immediately, he opened the door afterward, making sure to grab a navy blue umbrella in the back before fully exiting, his uniform wasn't on him so he'd have to make do with this.
"Sucks that I gotta send a bunch of people to their deaths."
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"...Mine kindred"
"Wuh?"
Byron looked at me puzzlingly, before swallowing so he could speak.
"I have heard a statement whose truth I wish to test."
"....Okay, go on?"
"It is impossible to stick one's tongue out, while simultaneously poking one's cheek, while simultaneously keeping one eye closed."
"..."
"Sigh"
"Look you really shouldn't believe everything you see online"
"See, I can do it easy"
I began to do as he instructed.
"Blegh-"
SNAP
"...Huh?"
And was locked in said pose....Byron pulled the phone out to take a picture so fast before I could even realize it.
"A-" D-did he just outsmart me...?
"..."
"Hmph~"