HAH! Definitely got him. Zinged him good. Skulduggery's going to remember this as his one win against Max.
The desert doesn't bother Skulduggery much compared to Ava and Max. It isn't hot enough, or red enough, or dead enough to truly remind him of the red planet, but it does remind him of North Dakota, which is functionally the same thing.
"Maybe it's a death race situation," he offers as he scans the absolutely buck-wild assortment of vehicles in the lot. "Everyone gets a car, and --"
Chirp chirp.
Skulduggery's head swivels to Max the moment he hears the car, Friday's cheerful voice supplying the connective tissue of this epiphany.
"Appropriate shore excursions!"
He shoves his hands into his jacket pockets, past his guns -- then pats down his gray slacks like he's frantically searching for his train ticket. Or, more importantly, his key fob, which he yanks out with a triumphant shout, thumb sinking down on the panic button and triggering a brief, loud series of beeps from alongside the diner. Which is then accompanied by him bolting for the sound with another triumphant shout, because there, alongside the boxcar, is the long, sleek hood and flashing headlights of his one true love.
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The desert doesn't bother Skulduggery much compared to Ava and Max. It isn't hot enough, or red enough, or dead enough to truly remind him of the red planet, but it does remind him of North Dakota, which is functionally the same thing.
"Maybe it's a death race situation," he offers as he scans the absolutely buck-wild assortment of vehicles in the lot. "Everyone gets a car, and --"
Chirp chirp.
Skulduggery's head swivels to Max the moment he hears the car, Friday's cheerful voice supplying the connective tissue of this epiphany.
"Appropriate shore excursions!"
He shoves his hands into his jacket pockets, past his guns -- then pats down his gray slacks like he's frantically searching for his train ticket. Or, more importantly, his key fob, which he yanks out with a triumphant shout, thumb sinking down on the panic button and triggering a brief, loud series of beeps from alongside the diner. Which is then accompanied by him bolting for the sound with another triumphant shout, because there, alongside the boxcar, is the long, sleek hood and flashing headlights of his one true love.