VISIONS I HAD BURIED UNDERGROUND / RETURNING TO ABUSE US

[pecsonpecs]

open krieg rp post.

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[pecsonpecs]

[A stretch indeed. It's less than what Krieg really wants right now, and he finds himself pacing the length of the truck and trailer while Nariko fills her back up.

In the end, he settles on using the communal window scraper provided by the station to clean all the windows, even though they don't necessarily need them.]

[gunslingerqueen]

[Nariko does fill up the truck, and she goes in to pay really quickly and ... Then it would seem that she just doesn't come back out for a good while. Five, ten, fifteen minutes and then a solid twenty before she reappears with a little plastic bag.]

Wow that was a really long line for the bathroom! [There wasn't even a hint of a line for the women's restroom but it seems like a good excuse.]

Let's go! We can get there by morning!

[If she drives all night, which is about the plan judging by the energy drinks in said bag.]

[pecsonpecs]

[It is a long time, but Krieg isn't paying that much attention. When she comes out, she'll find that the rig is now spotless, and Krieg is sitting in the drivers seat with the door open, lounging about. It's not a very busy rest station so he doesn't see any reason to move the rig while Nariko is busy doing...whatever she's doing. On his phone, he's trying to figure out a solution to not having a gym at his beck and call while he waits for her to finish up.]

...Morning?

[Bathroom line? What bathroom line? This place is deserted.]

I told Izzy we wouldn't be there until late tomorrow.

[gunslingerqueen]

Then we'll get there early and have time to sleep, go shop, and look awesome for your sibling reunion!

[He still needs clothes, after all.] If nothing else we can make a lot of progress if I don't sleep tonight!

[And she doesn't want to, so it might as well serve a purpose.]

[pecsonpecs]

[Okaaay...]

What lit a fire under your ass today?

[You're acting a little manic right now, Nariko, and reminding him a lot of Gaige.]

[gunslingerqueen]

The universe is inspiring me.

[It's the most non-answer of all possible non-answers in the world, it could almost be impressive.]

I just wanna get going, that's all! Besides, I bet there's tons of fun stuff to do in Vegas and all sorts of networking that can be done, too! It'll be fun!

[So let's gets to driving, Krieg!! ]

[pecsonpecs]

Ah-huh...

[Whatever that means.]

Strap in, then.

['Cause he's gonna take over for a few hours. She can hold off on the energy drinks for a while.]

Didn't happen to grab any food while you were in there, did you?

[gunslingerqueen]

[Her seat belt goes on, and her book goes in her lap buuut! What a good question for you to ask, Krieg!]

Oh, yeah, I think I got some hot dogs and sandwiches, they didn't have much of a non-gross selection, but ...

[But she tugs holds out the BLT, Ham & Cheese, and chicken salad sandwiches! Among her tiny energy drinks are the two hot dogs and a bunch of condiments, because they didn't know each other well enough to go dressing dogs for one another.

But sleeping together with pretty much nothing between their bodies is cool. Because that's life, apparently.]

[pecsonpecs]

I'll take one of those 'dogs if you don't mind.

[meeeeeeeat. The BLT is pretty tempting too, but he wants to go for the real show stopper on protein.]

You got ketchup and mustard too?

[gunslingerqueen]

Absolutely.

[She can handle administering those so that he can keep focusing on the road, both are spread out in an interlocking zigzag pattern.] Here we go!

[She's holding it pretty carefully because he really can't afford to get stains all over his remaining set of clothes.]

[pecsonpecs]

Hell yes. You're the best, Iko.

[Does this mean he's getting hand-fed???]

[gunslingerqueen]

[This means he's being hand-fed by a cute girl with an unrequited, deeply buried crush on him, yes.]

Oh, come on this is nothing! You should compliment me for something way more amazing than this.

[And yet she's beaming all the same.]

[pecsonpecs]

[Hey, now. "Unrequited" is a...strong word.]

Nah. [Nom nom.] You gotta appreciate the little things in life first.

[Like being hand-fed by a cute girl with an unignorable, adorable crush on him.]

[gunslingerqueen]

The little things, like cross country drives and counting how many different license plates we can see before hitting the Nevada state line!

[Being hand fed comes with getting bits of ketchup dabbed up by the napkins she remembered to grab!]

And also gas station hot dogs which are apparently somewhat tasty.

[He certainly doesn't seem to be complaining about them!]

[pecsonpecs]

Have you been doing that?

[Nariko: Managerial custodian of cabin catering. Put that one on your resume!]

Honestly--I'm pretty picky about meat [duh, she knows that] and these are pretty great. Skin's just chewy enough, meat's juicy, little bit of char...

[gunslingerqueen]

Yup! We're at twenty-two, so far, not counting state variants or foreign official plates.

[Hey, she can't cook but she can cater! Maybe it's a skill she should leverage, somehow.]

Sooo, four out of five, then?

[pecsonpecs]

Twenty-two already? We haven't even crossed state lines...

Eh. [He waves a hand.] Four and...a half. [Can't be too generous now.]

[gunslingerqueen]

That is an insanely good hot dog, then. I'm genuinely upset that I'm not hungry!

[She'd actually gotten them for him, since yes, she knew Krieg liked meat! She did too but for whatever reason the sandwiches stuck out to her more than anything else.]

We should grill while we visit your sister. [A pause, and then:] And by that I mean you grill, and I'll hand you stuff.

[pecsonpecs]

[Hungry and yet she got all this food?

...point taken.]

I'm planning on it. We don't have our own grill yet, though...and I don't know if Izzy does either.

[gunslingerqueen]

We can fix that. For escaping the clutches of fucked up labels we can gift ourselves with a grill. Maybe not a super fancy one [See, she can be money conscious!] but something to do the job right.

[What celebrates their freedom more than grilling?

Nothing, that's what.]

[pecsonpecs]

We don't really have the space for a "super fancy one" anyway.

[Seriously, those things can get huge.]

I don't really need a fancy one. I like to keep it simple. More fun that way.

[Yeah, there's something symbolic about grills, isn't there...]

[gunslingerqueen]

[They can be symbolic with Krieg, if nothing else, as simple and fun seems to be his signature, so far. But! Hopefully he's about done with the hot dog just because she can't keep her seat belt on and feed him at the same time.]

See? It all works out perfectly! Since we're probably getting there quite a bit early we'll have time to shop for that, too!

[Her plan is truly coming together, bless the universe.]

[pecsonpecs]

[Yes, he's done. Big mouth, few bites.]

Heh. You're really fired up about this, aren't you?

[gunslingerqueen]

I'm inspired today.

[And that apparently translates to extra, near boundless energy! ... The gas station fucking helped too, though, but she's not going to mention that. She does fold up the hot dog wrapper and put it in the plastic bag she's designated for trash.]

[pecsonpecs]

[So that's what she was up to.]

Maybe you needed to sleep in, huh? [He has no idea.] Oh, right.

[He hands her a key fob.]

Could you open that and hand me what's inside?

[Pills.]