[Ardyn was about to open his mouth to make some comment about how his cats just love him enough not to try to kill him, but the thought is cut short. The car careens with an impossible turn, and he feels the momentum try to drag him from his seat, and his insides flutter. His hands grasp at the edges of his seat, and it's only when the car straightens does he say anything.]
Dante. [So much disapproval!] Is this how you drive when you're not small?
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Dante. [So much disapproval!] Is this how you drive when you're not small?