HELLRIDE HELLRIDE HELLRIDE!!!!!!
Door to the parking garage slams open. Patter of running feet. A second later, Matt comes barreling around the corner, glass of water in one hand. He is. Not doing a good job of keeping it from spilling everywhere, is he. Also, his wrist's bandaged, which seems to also be hindering his ability to securely grab things. Wonder why that is...?
He does manage to sprint all the way up to Hellride without dropping the glass, though, which is a pleasant surprise if nothing else. Comes skidding to a stop a foot or two away. Almost trips over his foot and smacks right into the grill, but manages to catch himself at the last moment. Still probably gets too close again, but this is Matt. What do you expect.
I gotcha a cup of water!!!! :D You still feeling funny, or...?
-Matt
Hellride, opening its eyes, flicked its tail and shifted to properly get up, and subsequently back up. Staring, confused, not quite remembering when they decided on this just yet. Why was he giving it water. It was. Literally a fiery demonic car from hell. It did not need water. It naturally had fire inside it 24/7. That is the opposite of needing water. Hello. What.
It narrowed its many eyes at him and huffed. The smoke coming out from its nose was warm. Great reminder of its status as something that was practically the opposite of water.
....oh wait a minute
The noise it makes at the realization was the most groaning noise you could EVER get out of a car. Rrrrright. That whole fiasco. It closed its eyes for a few moments to rub its face with a paw. Before using that same paw to poke Matt (gently, as gently as it could be) on his head, annoyed.
