damnedest: (lestat-00298)
lestat de lioncourt. ([personal profile] damnedest) wrote 2024-12-28 05:52 am (UTC)

Lestat finds himself leading the way, fidgeting with the keys to find the little—

Cheep-chirp, the car unlocks.

A glance in a reflection, maybe perhaps to share this victory in surmounting the obstacles of modern technology yet again, and manages not to stare moonily where his vampiric companions lag a little behind together. Shared looks, little gestures, likely words, because Lestat has taken to assuming they speak secretly with each other constantly, and that's enough of that.

Leaves the problem of the keyboard taking up the backseat to the two to figure out, whether it or one of them lands in the front seat. But he will of course take whatever happens personally.

For now, Lestat turns on the engine, letting it warm. Considers the dashboard, the absence of a car lighter socket which he confirms with some roaming fingers on his way to the radio, the cord for a phone. This he can occupy himself with, connecting his phone.

Chappell Roan understands his predicament.

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