“Stop being so jumpy. You were the one that wanted to come along.” muttered Jet.
“Yes, I did. And then you knocked out Officer Kyle, stole his car, and stuffed him in the trunk!” hissed Koryuu, “Do you even know how to drive?”
“What, of course I know how to drive.”
“Then keep your eyes on the road.”
“Not that there’s much to see. The hell is with all this mist?”
Koryuu quieted down at that, staring at the thick gray outside in charged silence. Jet huffed.
“Come on, out with it. What the hell is up with you now.”
“Nothing, I was just thinking.”
“A first. Make sure you scrapbook it.”
Koryuu scoffed indignantly, glaring outside the window.
“I was just thinking, if some lady in a nurse outfit comes out and vomits acid goo on us, I’m blaming you.”
Silence. Koryuu frowned and turned to look back at Jet. Her shoulders were shaking minutely, and then she looked up, face red with suppressed laughter and began to chuckle. He felt himself flush.
“It -haha- It is.” she replied in between guffaws. “It’s fucking -ha- hilarious, -haha- we’re stuck in the middle of a -aha ow, my stomach- horror movie.”
“That’s not funny.” Koryuu huffed, crossing his arms. Jet continued to laugh, slapping the dashboard like this was the funniest thing she’d heard in her life. He felt the edges of his lips curl up and he looked away, “Okay, maybe it’s a little bit funny.”
Jet finally sobered up, wiping away tears of mirth. “Oh. Oh, ow. Ow. I haven’t laughed like that in forever.”
“Your humor needs work.” quipped Koryuu, although it lacked the usual venom. Jet grinned and turned back to the road without another word.
