Hmm. Questions for the driver. ( it's murmured over a tap of her fingertip to her chin, as if the concept spurs so many queries she isn't sure where to start. in truth, she's not one to ask too many questions, to pry into someone's secrets quite so blatantly. she likes to unravel people slowly, to work her way under their skin and between their ribs until there's no escape, no way to avoid her discoveries. simply asking just seems like cheating.
so she opts, instead, to tilt her head to the side, watching with barely-repressed interest as experienced hands make easy work of the shift, smoothing over the wheel with each turn. they're not going fast by any stretch, but the ride is an enjoyable one, an adventure in the simplest sense of the word as they pass through the city. )
What sort of questions would the driver like to be asked?
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so she opts, instead, to tilt her head to the side, watching with barely-repressed interest as experienced hands make easy work of the shift, smoothing over the wheel with each turn. they're not going fast by any stretch, but the ride is an enjoyable one, an adventure in the simplest sense of the word as they pass through the city. )
What sort of questions would the driver like to be asked?