Forest

(open! if u wanna interact with my two kids at once lol)

The rumbling sound of his old junk truck's wheels passing over unpaved roads filled the night air, sending fauna scattering for shelter—their silhouettes backlit by the blinding high beams. Putting the vehicle into park, and leaving the lights on, Victor climbs out only to hoist himself onto the hood with a light grunt. Getting comfortable, one foot on the hood and the other dangling past the sufficiently warm grill, he lights a cigarette to keep himself busy while he waits—a bit of pre-game, if you will.

It's another handful of minutes before she arrives, honey blonde hair catching in the headlights as she idly cards it back. He makes a mental note to ask about her products since his favorites had gone out of production. "Alexander," he greets curtly, a characteristic grin curling around his billowing cig. She returns the expression with a smile, hoisting herself onto the hood with the help of an offered hand. "Basic," she responds, purposefully butchering his primary surname. He scoffs a laugh, an unpockets his lighter to meet her waiting coffin nail.