[ There's an answering hum, sliding into the cab and starting the truck without comment. It's easier to pick something and go with it rather than plan it out precisely, preferring the anticipation of wherever this might lead, and he relaxes into the drive, looking over at Jericho when he asks him about school. ]
Do you really care that much about my major? [ It's not quite a tease, mostly deadpan. ] Political science. [ Larus smiles this time, easing into a stop at a light that's only a few blocks from the closest fast food place, and he drops an arm against the back of the seat. ] I heard from a girl in my psych class that you were into art. She says you're good. [ Whatever that's supposed to mean these days. He doesn't have much taste when it comes to art anyway, and whether someone is good or bad holds no real appeal to him since he's of the thought that most art majors don't amount to much in the real world. Of course, he's not going to say that aloud to ruin any chances he has of getting to know Jericho better. ] What do you want to eat?
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Do you really care that much about my major? [ It's not quite a tease, mostly deadpan. ] Political science. [ Larus smiles this time, easing into a stop at a light that's only a few blocks from the closest fast food place, and he drops an arm against the back of the seat. ] I heard from a girl in my psych class that you were into art. She says you're good. [ Whatever that's supposed to mean these days. He doesn't have much taste when it comes to art anyway, and whether someone is good or bad holds no real appeal to him since he's of the thought that most art majors don't amount to much in the real world. Of course, he's not going to say that aloud to ruin any chances he has of getting to know Jericho better. ] What do you want to eat?