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Date & Time: Night of the 26th -- day of the 27th
Location: various places around the island!!
Characters: Big Boss & Will Laurence
Summary: Leaving town and exploring the ~~sea~~ island to see what they can see ~~see see~~.
Warnings: ANIMAL DEATH AND MANCHILD BICKERING AND PROBABLY VIOLENCE

[ Laurence is still... not sure how to feel about cars. Really, very not sure. He can admit that the sleek black metal body of the thing is pleasant to look upon, yes-- sort of like a very, very small Temeraire. But it's wholly unlike anything he's seen before, and he's quite sure he doesn't approve of the speed of their travel. In fact, he hasn't released this convenient bar placed in the door next to him even once, since they've started.

Eyes straight on the road ahead of them (but not so firmly placed that he's failed to notice how the buildings creep further and further into disrepair and abandon, the further out they go), Laurence steels himself to speak again. He hasn't found his voice often, not since the car passed 30 MPH. ]

I think it entirely possible that at these speeds, vital information may well be passed by.

[ He's not sure it's true, precisely, because... well, what vital information? But it's definitely worth mentioning, if it will in any way slow their pace. ]

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[Big Boss heaves a heavy sigh, after listening to all of that patiently while still managing to somehow not crash into some rubble (it's a small miracle). However, he's slowing down a little bit now - emphasis on little, mostly so he can focus better on conversation. He's perfectly capable of multitasking, but he knows that his priorities are and when.]

... You don't have to beat around the bush, then, [He drawls. Yeah, in fact, he prefers it when people are more direct, and somehow he can't help but feel like Laurence needs at least twice as many words - even sentences - to explain an issue than he does.] Just say what you want to say.

[And now he's really curious as to what that mysterious personal request might be.

Though he sort of suspects the man to try and word in the most convoluted manner possible that he really needs to take a piss.]

[ Well. He is coming to the point. He takes a half a second to wonder if all Americans are so impatient, or it's a trait exclusive to Snake. But he forgoes any retort to that nature, if only because clearly the two of them would simply have to agree to disagree, in the end. ]

My father's estate is not far from here. [ He risks a glance to the side (have they slowed down? It seems it), and nods to himself at the truth of it. It's even almost on their way. ] Was, I should say. It would not be a large detour.

[ He knows full well that the home he grew up in won't be there. No, that's ridiculous to expect. But there's a morbid curiosity demanding he see what is there. ]