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[untitled modern AU junk]
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: A Link Between Worlds
Characters: Hilda, Ravio
Word count: 400
Warnings: None
Notes: Was talking with some friends about Zelda AUs where the quest takes the form of a ROAD TRIP. (Gerudo ladies flying down the highway in badass vintage muscle cars. That's not relevant to this story, that's just a really great mental image.) Then Morri suggested that Ravio would be nervously chauffeuring Hilda around and yeah here it is
He'd read a study somewhere that driving when you were tired was at least as dangerous as driving on drugs, and the thought of it terrified him. Sure, he wasn't tired now, but they were going to be in the car for a pretty long time and sometimes he started feeling kind of sleepy right around 2PM. Just got this powerful urge to lie down and take a nap. And what if today was one of those days, huh? What if he just started to nod off behind the wheel and then, crunch, plowed right into the noise barrier? And then got rear-ended by a rubbernecker and it ended in a five-car pileup and Hilda in the hospital -
“You can't be too careful,” he had told Sheerow, immediately before chugging the lukewarm bottle of vending-machine Coke that had been the only caffeine he could find on short notice.
In retrospect? Not his brightest idea. Here they were half an hour later, stuck in traffic on the highway, and Ravio had rocketed past “alert” straight into “jittery” a long time since. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “So, uh, sorry about this. If you wanna call ahead and tell them you'll be late, I got a car phone -”
“I know you have a car phone,” she said evenly. “I paid for this car.”
“Oh, yeah. Thanks for that, by the way.” He hadn't actually known what to expect when he'd submitted her the expense report. The budget wasn't what it used to be. “So if you actually read that whole thing, I guess I don't need to tell you about all the other specs either, huh? That could be a problem. How am I gonna make conversation now? I was planning on talking about the tires for at least three miles.” He grinned. “Kidding. Half a mile, tops. I did get a really good deal, though. Riveting tale of intrigue right there -”
“Well, you aren't required to make conversation.”
“Oh,” he said, “right, okay, gotcha,” and went back to fidgeting in silence.
After three minutes in which they achieved maybe 500 total feet of forward motion, Hilda got tired of his aimlessly fussing with the radio, changing the station from news to rock to classical to slightly different news and twiddling the volume knob back and forth, and said, “Fine, tell me about the tires.”
Characters: Hilda, Ravio
Word count: 400
Warnings: None
Notes: Was talking with some friends about Zelda AUs where the quest takes the form of a ROAD TRIP. (Gerudo ladies flying down the highway in badass vintage muscle cars. That's not relevant to this story, that's just a really great mental image.) Then Morri suggested that Ravio would be nervously chauffeuring Hilda around and yeah here it is
He'd read a study somewhere that driving when you were tired was at least as dangerous as driving on drugs, and the thought of it terrified him. Sure, he wasn't tired now, but they were going to be in the car for a pretty long time and sometimes he started feeling kind of sleepy right around 2PM. Just got this powerful urge to lie down and take a nap. And what if today was one of those days, huh? What if he just started to nod off behind the wheel and then, crunch, plowed right into the noise barrier? And then got rear-ended by a rubbernecker and it ended in a five-car pileup and Hilda in the hospital -
“You can't be too careful,” he had told Sheerow, immediately before chugging the lukewarm bottle of vending-machine Coke that had been the only caffeine he could find on short notice.
In retrospect? Not his brightest idea. Here they were half an hour later, stuck in traffic on the highway, and Ravio had rocketed past “alert” straight into “jittery” a long time since. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “So, uh, sorry about this. If you wanna call ahead and tell them you'll be late, I got a car phone -”
“I know you have a car phone,” she said evenly. “I paid for this car.”
“Oh, yeah. Thanks for that, by the way.” He hadn't actually known what to expect when he'd submitted her the expense report. The budget wasn't what it used to be. “So if you actually read that whole thing, I guess I don't need to tell you about all the other specs either, huh? That could be a problem. How am I gonna make conversation now? I was planning on talking about the tires for at least three miles.” He grinned. “Kidding. Half a mile, tops. I did get a really good deal, though. Riveting tale of intrigue right there -”
“Well, you aren't required to make conversation.”
“Oh,” he said, “right, okay, gotcha,” and went back to fidgeting in silence.
After three minutes in which they achieved maybe 500 total feet of forward motion, Hilda got tired of his aimlessly fussing with the radio, changing the station from news to rock to classical to slightly different news and twiddling the volume knob back and forth, and said, “Fine, tell me about the tires.”