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⠀⠀⠀ " whatever you mean by that . . . "
he does have to admit . it's a pretty car ; and a luxurious one , at that . he doesn't think he's ever driven something so . . . posh .
lucas presses a button to unlock it , a she sings .
" really nice . "
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❝ oh ? well, it’s terrible. you might like it. ❞ it’s only a matter of time before he gets to visit, with how much time leon spends there.
the car is parked right where he’d left it, a pretty light blue porsche. he strokes her hood in greeting.
❝ her name is franziska. ❞
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⠀⠀⠀ " really ? i've never been . "
he mumbles . he won't lie and say it wouldn't be interesting to . . . get to attend something there , as part of leon's team .
he follows along , hands shoved in pockets .
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lucas should be flattered, actually, because leon was about two seconds away from just proposing that they walk.
❝ there’s always somewhere to put a car if you have the money. ❞ a shrug. ❝ in monaco it’s all underground. ah, this way. come on. ❞
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⠀⠀⠀ he glances at him in quiet disbelief — snorting . okay . talk about ocd ! ahem , spinning the keys around his forefinger .
" let's go , then ! " ✨️😌 " where do you keep it ? "
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⠀⠀⠀ " leon — " hands lifted to his sides , in a surrender posture . " it's fine . it'll be fine , i know how to drive . it's your car . yeah . yeah , i'll listen . "
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still clutching the keys, reluctant to hand them over.
❝ no, this is important. you won’t touch any buttons unless i say you can, and you won’t speed, and you will use the indicators. can you drive a manual ? be gentle with her transmission. i can tell you when to shift. ❞
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⠀⠀⠀ his eyes narrow , head tilting slightly . flexing his fingers .
" . . . okay ? i'll be very very careful . i got my driver's license a good , good while ago , though ? i can handle it . "
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the thought of handing one of his cars over to someone else makes him want to projectile vomit and claw his eyeballs out, but if it’s that or a cab …
❝ you will be very very very careful. the most careful ever. and you will let me give you instructions for driving her. ❞
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⠀⠀⠀ oh . he'll try not to look so disappointed . kinda got his curiosity going .
" uhh , no . i don't think so . maybe a coke ? " shrugging ! he holds his hand out , palm up . " I can be the designated driver . "
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❝ then probably not. ❞
a critical once-over before he nods to himself, apparently satisfied.
❝ oh, no, no no no. ❞ he rummages through a pocket, pulling out a set of keys. ❝ will you be drinking ? ❞
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⠀⠀⠀ " only if it's medically relevant that i know them . "
especially tight on his arms , and his middle . leon's waist must be smaller than he's able to suppose under everyday clothes .
blink !
" . . . do we get a cab ? "
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❝ yeah. what, do you want details ? ❞
he bites back a grin. the shirt clings nicely, actually. very flattering, though perhaps not very comfortable. ❝ i’m not very big. sorry you don’t like the fit, your highness. ❞
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⠀⠀⠀ his expression turns stern , ' that's exactly what i worried about ' – esque . he blinks , though . seemingly placated .
" yeah ? " grunting , shimmying into the shirt . " jesus , how tight do you like your clothing to be ! "
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uhh .. if we have it, yeah. doesn’t really matter. i get tested all the time anyways. and, for your information, it isn’t always— ( a crude gesture. ) i can be creative.
obviously people would be doing lines off of ME. and someone has to be the club’s slut !!
if you are not going to be slutting yourself out, then i have no choice … 😔