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Adrian had been looking forward to the drive home. A chance to talk. To understand who, understand what, Avianna really was. To begin laying the groundwork for what her coming to the city was really going to mean. Instead what he got was a circus.
At first he tried to patiently make her understand it was unsafe to keep moving around. Then he tried to get her to focus on something harmless. He had some small success here with the radio but that was short lived. In the end he could only focus completely on not crashing as the one woman barrel of monkeys laid waste to the interior of his car.
He did his best to ignore her. To tune it all out and concentrate on getting to the relative safety of home. It was getting progressively harder and the initially ‘cute’ childlike enthusiasm was wearing thin as she almost killed them multiple times. And then it happened.
"Avianna not feel good.", she said softly before defiling the floorboard, Twice! Thankfully they were just approaching an exit and he pulled off and into the large convenience store parking lot. He was silent a moment before snapping. “CAN YOU PLEASE!...”
He closed his eyes. Took a deep breath which would have been much more calming if it weren't for the awful smell. And began again in a much more calm tone. “Can you please...sit in the back...and be still. Just for one minute. Be still, and be quiet.”
He stepped around the car, took one look in the passenger side and simply removed the floor mat with the majority of the mess, and tossed it in a nearby trash can. Retrieving a handful of paper towels from near the gas pumps, he wiped up the worst of the remaining mess, and grabbed a few more towels.
He finally looked at her again and his eyes were much softer. “I’m sorry I yelled. Come back up here.” Lifting her chin with one hand he wiped a bit of wetness from the corner of her mouth. “ I really need you to just relax for a bit, ok. We are almost there.”
At first he tried to patiently make her understand it was unsafe to keep moving around. Then he tried to get her to focus on something harmless. He had some small success here with the radio but that was short lived. In the end he could only focus completely on not crashing as the one woman barrel of monkeys laid waste to the interior of his car.
He did his best to ignore her. To tune it all out and concentrate on getting to the relative safety of home. It was getting progressively harder and the initially ‘cute’ childlike enthusiasm was wearing thin as she almost killed them multiple times. And then it happened.
"Avianna not feel good.", she said softly before defiling the floorboard, Twice! Thankfully they were just approaching an exit and he pulled off and into the large convenience store parking lot. He was silent a moment before snapping. “CAN YOU PLEASE!...”
He closed his eyes. Took a deep breath which would have been much more calming if it weren't for the awful smell. And began again in a much more calm tone. “Can you please...sit in the back...and be still. Just for one minute. Be still, and be quiet.”
He stepped around the car, took one look in the passenger side and simply removed the floor mat with the majority of the mess, and tossed it in a nearby trash can. Retrieving a handful of paper towels from near the gas pumps, he wiped up the worst of the remaining mess, and grabbed a few more towels.
He finally looked at her again and his eyes were much softer. “I’m sorry I yelled. Come back up here.” Lifting her chin with one hand he wiped a bit of wetness from the corner of her mouth. “ I really need you to just relax for a bit, ok. We are almost there.”