Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542/@comment-26104528-20170821063247

As Ingraham finally came to a red light that he knew he did not have the time to jump, he could hear everyone in the car sigh in communal relief.

"The average life expectancy for a human or faunus, assuming natural causes, is about 79 years, right?" he asked, with a slight seething to his tone.

Uh-oh...Fritz thought to himself as he knew he had this conversation with Ingraham before. From what he observed from the elevator ride down, he was glad that he had some time to cool off instead of having this conversation in Kurai's room. Whether or not he'd start heating back up...

"Doctors say I'm lookin' at 40~45; that's when my heart's due to give out from how hard I run myself at work." he started fidgeting with the shifter, drumming on the dash, watching the cars go by with a sense of contempt.

Anyone who'd ever fought alongside Ingraham would have known how fast he liked to go and how much he hated sitting around mulling over plans. When a man (or woman, for that matter) knows they're on a lot less time than everyone else, they like to make the best investment of that time, occasionally at another's expense. Ingraham never meant ill; he just didn't always have the time to 'sugercoat'.

"That's not what bothers me though; I know I'm on the last half of my life, tryin' ta make the most out of it..."

When the light turned green, he started going again but having people to vent to brought his driving down a good few notches. Still not the behavior of the average sunday driver but no longer erratic enough to make his passengers uncomfortable. Taking another deep breath,

"I don't wanna trash Kurai more than he's trashed himself, but..."