That checks))

"Your eye does count, dumbass." Harlow scoffed, turning onto a rural, forested road that led out of the city. "I'll try. Are you always this snippy with people who have saved your life?" She asked blandly.

((Mk den))

I'm so offended))

"Barely. Maybe a little." He winced. "Maybe a little more than a little but," Mark glanced out the window, looking up at the trees. It was much nicer than the city, quieter. "Usually. I'm sorry, I don't mean to do that to you." He looked over at her apologetically.

"I would say it counts, like, a lot. More than two littles." Harlow said sarcastically, shaking her head. "Don't be sorry. If I had just had to witness a post traumatic scene and been cut to shreds I'd probably be a little snippy too if someone wouldn't let me sleep. You can soon, I promise." She said lightly, pulling over on the side of the road and getting out, tossing her phone on the drivers seat. "Get out, we're gonna have to switch vehicles." She said, grabbing the two bags from the back.

He scoffed. "Two littles could be a lot. They're vague." He shifted in his seat, trying to not let his head fall back, if he did he might fall back asleep. But they were pulling over. "Am not shredded." He said in sarcastic defense. He looked up at her, making a face that probably read "oh great". He unbuckled and pushed the door open. He winced, putting a hand on the frame and one on the seat to push himself out. He'd be walking like a grandpa no doubt. He slipped out, leaing on the car. More tired than anything. Mark blinked hard, clearing his eyes. He stayed til she moved off,, shutting the door. He limped a few steps, it was better than he was imagining, he was just a little dizzy and exhausted. And achy, and hurty. "I hope it's not far." He said in a teasing tone.

"Yes you are. Like a piece of paper, not like a body builder though." Harlow teased, rolling her eyes. "You're so dramatic." She scoffed, pulling something out of the bag and tossing it in the open car door. "It isn't, you drama queen." She teased, walking closer and hurrying him down the road. "But you should walk fast because that's gonna blow up in 20 seconds. Well, more like 15-" She shrugged.

"I'd like to think I'm perfectly in the middle." He said as he came around the side of the car, only to be urged on. "I am so not a drama queen." He scoffed, glancing back, only to remember he could hardly see out of that side. "Oh good, walking fast. My best quality." He picked up the pace, trying not to look too disoriented.

"Sure, whatever you say, Princess." Harlow smiled, rolling her eyes at him. "You so are a drama queen." She mocked, moving her hand to press it to the small of his back as they walked, to guide him and also to press him to walk faster. Of course, the car blew up, as expected, but it was a small explosion and they were far enough away. "It's really not all that far from here, so just hang in there a little longer, okay?" She asked lightly.

He glared at her and her nicknames. None were favorable but wasn't that what nicknames were for? He was mostly just trying to console his poor poor feelings. He didn't bother to try glsncing back as the car blew up, a draft of hot air blew up his back. He was tempted to say cool guys don't look at explosions but this seemed like the wrong context. He glanced over at her. "I'll be fine." He said aiming for a more strong voice, but it came out more taut.

"I have no doubt you will." Harlow said lightly, taking her hand off his back after they had walked for a few more minutes. She dropped the two duffel bags and hopped down the slope at the edge of the road. "Give me a second." She called lightly, headed into the woods for a few yards. She rustled around for a small bit and then tugged at a small cover on the forest floor. It was rough and made of wood, obviously thrown together in haste. It hid a 4' hole in the ground, which housed an old school, black Harley Davidson that was of a larger build. Using the cover as a ramp, she wheeled it up and then recovered the hole, walking out of the woods while she guided it out.

He didn't show it on his face but, he doubted it more than she did. He watched her run off into the woods, he peered over the woods, hearing her mostly. It was inconvenient to not see out of an eye. More than he'd like. (I keep forgetting which eye it is hehe)) He tilted his head, a bike. "I didn't peg you for a biker." He called into the woods.