Well, he's an angel. An angel who was made to do good, to protect. A Principality, even though he fails to see how he deserves to be called one anymore, after everything.
He's also not about to waste any time. He quickly goes around and hops in the passenger seat, holding on and ready.
Bet no one's ever seen one of those trollies move that fast. Nothing like a little combination of demonic and angelic panic to get you where you need to go.
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Date: 2019-07-26 03:46 pm (UTC)He's also not about to waste any time. He quickly goes around and hops in the passenger seat, holding on and ready.
Bet no one's ever seen one of those trollies move that fast. Nothing like a little combination of demonic and angelic panic to get you where you need to go.