Bench it? [Freya plays at sounding almost offended. She strolls towards the vehicle in question after shrugging on her jacket.]
Oh, we've tried. Some still do; I think it's really startin' to piss off Maurice, since he's gotta clean up our messes.
They've been talkin' to us more, and after just about a year of this? I'm thinkin' they're not the bad guys here. Sure, I'd like my other life or whatever to keep its hands to itself, but throwin' a tantrum's not gonna help.
[As she's speaking, Freya crouches before the Vespa, finding a good hold on it. When she's done, she chucks the scooter up a couple yards in the air.]
[Catching it's significantly harder, since she's, you know, not trying to destroy a stranger's ride, and Freya grunts at the impact, but otherwise sets it down fine. That'll leave a bruise.]
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Oh, we've tried. Some still do; I think it's really startin' to piss off Maurice, since he's gotta clean up our messes.
They've been talkin' to us more, and after just about a year of this? I'm thinkin' they're not the bad guys here. Sure, I'd like my other life or whatever to keep its hands to itself, but throwin' a tantrum's not gonna help.
[As she's speaking, Freya crouches before the Vespa, finding a good hold on it. When she's done, she chucks the scooter up a couple yards in the air.]
[Catching it's significantly harder, since she's, you know, not trying to destroy a stranger's ride, and Freya grunts at the impact, but otherwise sets it down fine. That'll leave a bruise.]