﹙ driving's rough. ﹚ ⸺ ✧.°
“Hey, it’s okay.” The brunette spoke slowly, truly trying to calm the other down. Bee’s lips twitched upward in a tiny smile and she bent forward, attempting to reach the squid girl’s height level. “I never got my driver’s license because I never really needed one… I can drive a motorcycle.” That information was useless but it made Bee feel less bad about the situation.
☪️ —— Drooping ears find no solace, though she appreciates the attempt. ❝ I can drive a motorcycle, too --- I've got a variety of those, but I just kinda wish I could drive a car like everyone else. ❞
Despite that, her sunken body --- halfway down the chair, as she couldn't reach otherwise --- retains its weight on the brakes. ❝ It'd especially help when I'm not, like, trying to keep us from driving off a cliff or something, you know?
This stuff looked sooo much easier on TV...! I just really wanted some ice cream... ❞
﹙ @feralmusing --- 🌟 ﹚
