"Oh, it's an animated movie! Robin Williams, the world's funniest man, was in it…" He said, sad about his death still
I can show you the world! (OxO) (Closed)
(Don't remind me… :'( )
"I've heard of him," Nyx said softly, slotting the movie into the suitcase. Pretty soon, she was done packing, and asked Vozreal to inspect the contents of his suitcase to make sure they were to his liking. There was one suit, several movies, his Switch and some games, clothes, toiletries, etc.
( I SOWWY!! Rest in peace Robin)
"Yep! Everything is here!" He said, after inspecting it thoroughly.
(It's aight, he's just one of my favourite humans <3 plus Night at the Museum 3, which was the last movie he was ever in, is one of my all time favourite movies, and so is Flubber…)
(Also I have to leave for reals now I'm so sorry 😭)
"Good. Shall we go?"
(Oof, I like Aladdin and the bicentennial man)
"Tomorrow." He mentioned
"Tomorrow," she said, standing up and hugging him. "Tomorrow sounds good."
music and stuff as time passes
The next day, it was morning.
"Come on, get up!" He told Nyx
She was in bed, sleepy. They'd stayed up late last night.
"Stay with me," she murmured, half-lucid, stretching out her arms.
"You wanna go to India?"
"Staaaaaay." She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him down next to her, lazily kissing his neck.
And then, suddenly, the word India penetrated her sleepy fog, and she sat up. "India!"
Throwing off the sheets, she got out of bed. "Let's go to India!"
"Okay then!" He got his bag and stuff.
He got dressed. He wore a less fancy suit, without the jacket
"You look nice," Nyx said. She was in her customary black tank top and jeans.
"You too." He commented
"Let's go, then!"
He headed out the door to his Mercedes Benz which he totally always had and definitely wasn't bullshitted into reality
(…what kind of Mercedes)
(What about a McLaren 720s)
(Aheh ignore me and my car love things)
"Nice," Nyx said approvingly.
(The Grand Tour????)
Nyx hefted her suitcase into the boot and got in.
(Is that what it's called??)
He got in the driver seat, which was on the right side, because this was a European version
(Three blokes from Top Gear? My absolute favourite bean in the entire world, Richard Hammond?)
"Let's go," Nyx said excitedly.
"Why are you in my seat?" She was on the driver's side.
(I meant the car model)
She looked at it curiously. "Oh. Why is the steering wheel on this side?"
(Oh. Grand Tour is a show. And it has Richard Hammond in it, and Richard Hammond is my most absolute favouritest little adorable bean ever.)
"It's a European model."
"Oh. Well, you're driving." She got out.
"Thanks." He got in and started the car.
"Come on, old Rebecca." He called the car Rebecca.
"Rebecca?" She looked curiously at the car. "Who's Rebecca?"