[He shifts back to sit, leaning against the bed, and laces his fingers through Devit's, grinning] I know. But that doesn't change the fact that you're an idiot who crashed Tyki's car. He really is going to murder you.
[Surprised by this surprise] Is there a reason I should? I've been a prince locked in a cage my whole life. Princes don't drive themselves anywhere. And as a teenager, I'm not allowed to get my license.
He's not! There's a hundred people who could've taken it! Besides, I don't have t tell him anything. I was here the whole time, remember? [frowns] And you'd better not say anything, either!
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[the car can be seen not too far away, the front end crunched against a tree; it's not completely totaled, but it doesn't look too pretty, either.
miraculously, the engine is still running.]
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Then he stares a bit longer. He honestly isn't sure what to do about it]
I think we need to dispose of it. Call a....tow truck, or something. Otherwise Tyki will find it here.
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Tyki is going to know it's you, though. Unless you're going to try to tell him someone stole it.
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[He dials the number and brings his cellphone to his ear to call for a tow]
You'd better pay for the tow, though.
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Wait, what'd you say?
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