[ Calm down there. Ryoji starts slightly, lifting his shoulders off the truck when Akira slams his forehead against its side; a whinny sounds out from inside the truck to share Ryoji's sentiment, and none of the smaller pattering feet of a small bird that should have been startled into running if there were one inside.
Is there really a duck? The chances of that are low, but it doesn't hurt to try asking, and if he's wrong, then that's all the better some poor creature isn't about to get shuttled away from home and off to another part of the city. Besides— Ryoji beams warmly up at Akira. ]
You believe me.
[ Maybe not in his suggestions of ducks, but in Ryoji himself enough that he'll give him a chance to explore the option. Alright! He pushes away from the truck, gives Akira a little wave that's a cross between "I'm off!" and "Be right back!", and bounds forward to intercept the trucker before he drives off.
He'd barely got to the driver seat window in time before the engine starts up, and he has to hop onto the step by the door to keep the trucker from leaving and so that he's at a height enough to speak through the window. With the engine on, it might be hard for Akira to catch much of the conversation exchanged without abandoning cover and coming closer, but from looking at Ryoji's face, he seems to be chatting comfortably, a laugh here and there, gesturing with the one hand that's not gripping the door handle for balance.
Eventually, a small object is passed through the window, and Ryoji hops off and returns. Dangling from a loop around his finger is a small silver key. ]
The back rolls up around two feet so we can get inside without the horses escaping. He's giving us five minutes before he'll drive off, us inside or not, so let's hurry.
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Is there really a duck? The chances of that are low, but it doesn't hurt to try asking, and if he's wrong, then that's all the better some poor creature isn't about to get shuttled away from home and off to another part of the city. Besides— Ryoji beams warmly up at Akira. ]
You believe me.
[ Maybe not in his suggestions of ducks, but in Ryoji himself enough that he'll give him a chance to explore the option. Alright! He pushes away from the truck, gives Akira a little wave that's a cross between "I'm off!" and "Be right back!", and bounds forward to intercept the trucker before he drives off.
He'd barely got to the driver seat window in time before the engine starts up, and he has to hop onto the step by the door to keep the trucker from leaving and so that he's at a height enough to speak through the window. With the engine on, it might be hard for Akira to catch much of the conversation exchanged without abandoning cover and coming closer, but from looking at Ryoji's face, he seems to be chatting comfortably, a laugh here and there, gesturing with the one hand that's not gripping the door handle for balance.
Eventually, a small object is passed through the window, and Ryoji hops off and returns. Dangling from a loop around his finger is a small silver key. ]
The back rolls up around two feet so we can get inside without the horses escaping. He's giving us five minutes before he'll drive off, us inside or not, so let's hurry.