RFYL -- LassitudeRFYL -- Lassitude by Highwind-Sniper
He hadn’t gone after her. No part of him was willing to leave what little safety the vehicle could offer to further piss off his companion. Eyes darted over the mess she had left and grunted. Very little protection. Carefully wrapping his jacket sleeve around his hand, the obsidian haired managed to sweep the remainder of the windshield off the hood of his car. Shit, had he nicked himself?
No. His hand was fine, but the glass certainly had caught crimson on some edges. Hanji… She really had punched the fucking glass out. Well shit, why should he care? She just compromised their safety, even for the night! He had time.. If he caught up to her they could trek back and find a new vehicle together. Fuck, even a house, shed - anywhere they could hole up for in case Plan A failed would be fine. He hadn’t slept in days and the last thing he wanted to do was keep driving.
Levi moved to grab his bag, and froze as it was thrown over his shoulder. What if she was hunting
RFYL -- This Silence is SmotheringRFYL -- This Silence is Smothering by Highwind-Sniper
It felt like hours passed by in days as the boring empty scenery rolled along side the windows. Even when she was driving, it felt like she had been awake for months and the show she was stuck watching was boring. Chocolate eyes flickered to the man in the passengers seat. She always wished he would be asleep, something about that thought that she wanted to humor seemed so simple and human. Even in this car though, he was alert. Cold blue eyes were closed, but she could see it in his posture, the way he shifted at any noise of them rolling over a rough patch, or when she sped up just because she saw one of the infected close enough to the road to make her weary.
Unlike Levi, when it was her turn to sit in the passengers seat, she allowed herself to relax. She still found herself opening her eyes anytime there was a pothole, or a sudden increase of speed but there were moments Hanji got to meet sleep. It was a relief. She always felt pent up, like her muscles were fighting the urge to m