[They stuck him on a—slightly—altered child's moped, which maybe isn't the worst choice for a 2'4 foot lizard boy. It still looks like shit, though. More rust than chrome, with bleached, faded, and peeling paint that used to be bright orange but which had long ago become an ugly, blotchy terracotta, like a Skyrim draugr in pumpkin form.]
What do you think?
[He considers it an achievement to have kept the venom out of his voice, but that still leaves sharp-edged frustration as he perches on the ratty seat, snout-deep in a driver's manual.]
a is for AAA, the insurance that clearly doesn't exist here
What do you think?
[He considers it an achievement to have kept the venom out of his voice, but that still leaves sharp-edged frustration as he perches on the ratty seat, snout-deep in a driver's manual.]