“Okay, steering? Doesn’t take that much focus, pal.”
Naturally, that’s when they very nearly crash into an elderly couple crossing the street. Swerving wildly to avoid a collision, Stiles takes the left as previously instructed and pretends that nothing happened—like, y’know, making Sasuke’s point by almost killing pedestrians. To prevent the other boy from commenting, he hurries along chatting.
“By the way, you totally hurt my feelings. Why would you want to be rid of me sooner, huh? Aren’t you enjoying this amazing bonding experience? We’re closer than ever.”
Literally, which is unfortunate. A little spiteful, a little mischievous, Stiles squeezes the handbrakes with subtle pressure, enough for Sasuke to need to work harder to pump the pedals, but slight enough that it might not be immediately obvious why.
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Naturally, that’s when they very nearly crash into an elderly couple crossing the street. Swerving wildly to avoid a collision, Stiles takes the left as previously instructed and pretends that nothing happened—like, y’know, making Sasuke’s point by almost killing pedestrians. To prevent the other boy from commenting, he hurries along chatting.
“By the way, you totally hurt my feelings. Why would you want to be rid of me sooner, huh? Aren’t you enjoying this amazing bonding experience? We’re closer than ever.”
Literally, which is unfortunate. A little spiteful, a little mischievous, Stiles squeezes the handbrakes with subtle pressure, enough for Sasuke to need to work harder to pump the pedals, but slight enough that it might not be immediately obvious why.