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[fairfeste]

Date: January 15th
Characters: Feste

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im stuck

i dont kno y

plz help im late o(〒﹏〒)o

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[fairfeste]

[Feste gives him a small, still slightly anxious smile- but there's not really any way Sam could make this not weird enough that they would have a lot of worries about it. But they lean into the hug before jumping in the car. Hopefully this will be fine...]

[scarsolderthanyou]

[Sam comes around to the driver's side and drops in, starts the engine up, and lets it roll forward slowly, in case any stray salt in the road causes Feste a problem.]

[fairfeste]

[For the most part, it's fine- they flinch a bit here and there as they sense something deeply Wrong as they pass over some but as long as there's not a line of salt perfectly in line with where they're sitting in the car they'll make it.]

[scarsolderthanyou]

[Sam keeps tabs on Feste's reactions out of the corner of his eye.]

So where were you heading, anyway? Or should I just take you home?

[fairfeste]

I was heading to work... I told them I would be late, but kind of fu-- messed up my excuse.

[no swearing in front of grandpa.]

[scarsolderthanyou]

[Good youngster. Even if Sam himself can swear liberally when he wants to.]

What did you tell them exactly?

[Is it worth it to take them to work, if it's that bad? He turns the big car in that direction, anyway.]

[fairfeste]

So I was going to tell them that I was stuck in traffic, but then I realized that was dumb so I was going to tell them I was sick, and I wound up saying I was sick in traffic.

[...this is kind of par for the course for them.]

[scarsolderthanyou]

[Sorry, Feste, Sam can't help but chuckle at that one. Or maybe it's a groan. It's hard to tell.]

I'm taking you home, then. You can call them again later if you want.

Maybe we should talk about getting you a license to drive, if walking is going to trip you up like this. Or at least test whether you can cross salt on a bike.

[fairfeste]

[Feste sighs, messing with their hair. That might be for the best, but work would have at least distracted them from worrying about this too much today.]

Right...

[scarsolderthanyou]

[Sam glances over at them. After a pause, he reaches over to ruffle that hair they're fussing with.]

We'll figure this out. Promise.