Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25151516-20131103145155/@comment-25151516-20131213115315

At first, Revan could not hear Kirina's pleads through The Áinfean's control, at first. When she tugged harder, he gained control of his left thumb and tapped on the wheel four times, regaining into control of his body.

Revan felt the softness of a hand, wrapped around the leather and steel of the Lockpick. He turned his head to find Kirina's blushing face and realized what his Other had done. He released her hand, blushing.

"Gah! Sorry!" He placed both hands on the steering wheel and looked forward, occasionally glancing to apologize. "Sorry..."

He said nothing as he drove them all the rest of the way to the police station in the shared parking lot of the morgue. Revan then got out of the car and opened the door for Kirina.

"I'm really sorry, Miss Hart. I cannae... Nevermind."

You and I are gonna have words, Áinfean...