[ A slow murmur, his eyes now alternating between the road and the rearview every minute. It’s about the snowmen, because Peter’s absolutely right; they’re the creepiest thing he’s seen in this godforsaken town, including the jellied Bundt cakes, which is saying something. Unbeknownst to Mace, it’s also about the hot chocolate. Truth is, it’d been on his mind for a similar reason; it reminds him of his baby sister. But if he’d known what the mention of it did to Peter, though — that it made everything cold and dark for the kid, instead — Mace would’ve just gone straight for food.
Then again, either suggestion wouldn’t have amounted to anything, considering the shadow trailing after them right now. And it’s not showing any signs of disappearing any time soon, which means a race, at best. At worst ... it means a fight, with the two of ‘em at a hell of a disadvantage. No weapons. No protective gear.
Clop-clop, coming faster. ]
And yeah, I have. It’s following us. [ Quiet but firm, glancing over at Peter as he says it. Can’t help but be appreciative that Peter’s a kid with a seriously level head on his shoulders, given that he’d just turned around to give the thing a good look without even the first hint of panic. Good man, Pete. ]
Don’t worry. I’m gonna try and get us the hell out of dodge, but this tin-can doesn’t have any seatbelts, so.
[ Mace’s hand drops down to the gear stick, shifting to the second, ready to accelerate the moment Peter grabs onto something inside the car. Technically shouldn’t be too much of a hazard, not like the cars here can go at futuristic speeds, but Mace ain’t taking any chances. Not with Peter in the car, and definitely not in this hellscape of a town. ]
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[ A slow murmur, his eyes now alternating between the road and the rearview every minute. It’s about the snowmen, because Peter’s absolutely right; they’re the creepiest thing he’s seen in this godforsaken town, including the jellied Bundt cakes, which is saying something. Unbeknownst to Mace, it’s also about the hot chocolate. Truth is, it’d been on his mind for a similar reason; it reminds him of his baby sister. But if he’d known what the mention of it did to Peter, though — that it made everything cold and dark for the kid, instead — Mace would’ve just gone straight for food.
Then again, either suggestion wouldn’t have amounted to anything, considering the shadow trailing after them right now. And it’s not showing any signs of disappearing any time soon, which means a race, at best. At worst ... it means a fight, with the two of ‘em at a hell of a disadvantage. No weapons. No protective gear.
Clop-clop, coming faster. ]
And yeah, I have. It’s following us. [ Quiet but firm, glancing over at Peter as he says it. Can’t help but be appreciative that Peter’s a kid with a seriously level head on his shoulders, given that he’d just turned around to give the thing a good look without even the first hint of panic. Good man, Pete. ]
Don’t worry. I’m gonna try and get us the hell out of dodge, but this tin-can doesn’t have any seatbelts, so.
[ Mace’s hand drops down to the gear stick, shifting to the second, ready to accelerate the moment Peter grabs onto something inside the car. Technically shouldn’t be too much of a hazard, not like the cars here can go at futuristic speeds, but Mace ain’t taking any chances. Not with Peter in the car, and definitely not in this hellscape of a town. ]
Hold on, kid.