[With the window pulled all the way down, he rests his arms against the carriage door and sticks his head out the window. Sweet, sweet fresh air... Even if it smells like horses out here.]
Geryon, you gonna give me a ride? [He's presumably addressing his familiar, but it doesn't so much as materialise to acknowledge him. He tuts and buries his face in his arms.] Yeah, didn't think so. Asshole.
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[With the window pulled all the way down, he rests his arms against the carriage door and sticks his head out the window. Sweet, sweet fresh air... Even if it smells like horses out here.]
Geryon, you gonna give me a ride? [He's presumably addressing his familiar, but it doesn't so much as materialise to acknowledge him. He tuts and buries his face in his arms.] Yeah, didn't think so. Asshole.