four, predictably, doesn't respond to dante's explanation, though he does think to himself: that was unnecessary. his hands don't go for the seatbelt at all despite dante's promise/threat to cry if four goes slingshotting out of the window. instead, he tentatively peers out only to dodge back in when, sure enough, shots are fired their way.
there's no sound from four, not a startled yell or even a yelp. even his expression hasn't changed yet, just a soft sigh. he settles for peering over the backseats through the window, waiting until he can tell the car is pulling up with them. )
I might miss.
( an unintentionally cocky warning, though it's only in words. his tone stays fairly deadpan as his body seems to fulfill what his hands did moments ago: remembering where four's mind can't. the angle he gets himself in through the window with the gun is optimal, and, it's four clean shots: two for the front, two for the back. it sends the car skidding angled back and harshly into the guardrail of the bridge they've just started.
nice if it were that easy, but the traders that picked four up aren't that small time.
in the distance, four can tell there's more in pursuit. offhand, he'd say... )
Three more. I think.
( it's five actually! but the other two aren't visible yet. four readjusts his hold on the gun and asks, not picking his timing well at all, )
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four, predictably, doesn't respond to dante's explanation, though he does think to himself: that was unnecessary. his hands don't go for the seatbelt at all despite dante's promise/threat to cry if four goes slingshotting out of the window. instead, he tentatively peers out only to dodge back in when, sure enough, shots are fired their way.
there's no sound from four, not a startled yell or even a yelp. even his expression hasn't changed yet, just a soft sigh. he settles for peering over the backseats through the window, waiting until he can tell the car is pulling up with them. )
I might miss.
( an unintentionally cocky warning, though it's only in words. his tone stays fairly deadpan as his body seems to fulfill what his hands did moments ago: remembering where four's mind can't. the angle he gets himself in through the window with the gun is optimal, and, it's four clean shots: two for the front, two for the back. it sends the car skidding angled back and harshly into the guardrail of the bridge they've just started.
nice if it were that easy, but the traders that picked four up aren't that small time.
in the distance, four can tell there's more in pursuit. offhand, he'd say... )
Three more. I think.
( it's five actually! but the other two aren't visible yet. four readjusts his hold on the gun and asks, not picking his timing well at all, )
...why did you take me with you?