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'I'll pass, Reiner. I'd like some alone time with my friend. And stay safe. We're not in high school anymore.' Reiner read the text he received from his sister, Sakamae, as his head bobbed slightly to and fro to the less than smooth train ride through Brooklyn. It didn't feel like it, but high school was a long time, though he didn't feel that he changed all that much since then. He was unsure if that was a good or a bad thing. Watching his sister mature sometimes made him feel that he was too juvenile for his age, but he never felt that old either. In any other state in the country, most people at 23 would be living on their own and possibly even married with kids. Being in New York, he considered himself lucky to be splitting the apartment rent with two others.
'Suit yourself. And thank god; high school was lame,' Reiner texted back. He grinned to his friend, Orion, who was sitting next to him on the train.
"They all fuckin' think the cops are gonna catch us or somethin'," he said to him with a chuckle. "They have no clue. None of them have seen you drive. It's tragic."
The train ride was short and they exited to surface on the familiar Brooklyn streets that Orion lived on. It was dark, quiet, and empty, with only the street lights illuminating the streets and the sidewalks. Some houses still had lights on in them, but not many. They approached a familiar building. "This is it, right?" Reiner asked. He had only ever been to his place a handful of times. It seemed that Reiner had a perpetual case of cabin fever—he always needed to be out and doing something. The city satiated those desires consistently. There was always something new to do and always some place new to discover. He'd rather be dirt poor in the city than rich anywhere else.
He turned to look at his friend, half his face illuminated by the street light. The bad half. The make-up helped a lot, but he could still see where the damage was done from when he got punched earlier. Reiner tried not to make it look like he was looking at it.
"Think I have what it takes to be a speed demon? You should teach me how to do some of that shit," he suggested, his mind immediately travelling to the thought of all the girls that'd flock to him if he had the driving skills Orion had.
'Suit yourself. And thank god; high school was lame,' Reiner texted back. He grinned to his friend, Orion, who was sitting next to him on the train.
"They all fuckin' think the cops are gonna catch us or somethin'," he said to him with a chuckle. "They have no clue. None of them have seen you drive. It's tragic."
The train ride was short and they exited to surface on the familiar Brooklyn streets that Orion lived on. It was dark, quiet, and empty, with only the street lights illuminating the streets and the sidewalks. Some houses still had lights on in them, but not many. They approached a familiar building. "This is it, right?" Reiner asked. He had only ever been to his place a handful of times. It seemed that Reiner had a perpetual case of cabin fever—he always needed to be out and doing something. The city satiated those desires consistently. There was always something new to do and always some place new to discover. He'd rather be dirt poor in the city than rich anywhere else.
He turned to look at his friend, half his face illuminated by the street light. The bad half. The make-up helped a lot, but he could still see where the damage was done from when he got punched earlier. Reiner tried not to make it look like he was looking at it.
"Think I have what it takes to be a speed demon? You should teach me how to do some of that shit," he suggested, his mind immediately travelling to the thought of all the girls that'd flock to him if he had the driving skills Orion had.