howlett: (bike2)
Logan ([personal profile] howlett) wrote in [community profile] soddersays 2019-07-29 02:19 pm (UTC)

[For all the time he’s been in Deerington staying alive never seemed as important as it does now. He’s been living in this place like he’s got nothing to lose and now… it’s terrifying how quickly one person can change that.]

Lay low, Elf. [Easing his friend to a seat, he hunkers next to him, wrapping his bloodied knuckles in a scrap of his plaid shirt. Getting them out of tight places is Kurt’s speciality— not his. He really only knows how to make a getaway one type of way.] Don’t port unless you also-fuckin’-lutely have to.

[It’s no small effort to pull himself away from Kurt, but if they’re going to get out of here fast, they need a better way to travel. Rushing to the street it’s a motorcycle he sees first. It looks like an Indian, but it’s missing it’s decals. Either way, that’s a machine he knows how to jack.

When he returns, he roars up to the end of that alley way. It’s not exactly a stealthy exit, but at least it’ll be a hasty one.]

Get on! They haven’t clocked us yet.

[With Kurt against his back and the wind whipping at them, he finally feels some sense of relief that neither one of them will have to say another goodbye today.]

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