He turns the key in the ignition just as the passenger door opens and Enjin practically falls into the seat. “Shit, I’m beat.” He sighs as he leans back in the seat. Gris’ eyes flick up to the rear view mirror. Follo, Dear and Guita are in the third row, giving Rudo, Riyo, and Bro the second row. From what he can see, Bro, Riyo, Dear, and Guita are all already asleep. Rudo is still awake, but Gris doesn’t think that will last long. “Seems like you all had quite the experience,” Gris comments, his voice low so he doesn’t disturb the sleeping Cleaners. “Don’t I fucking know it.” Enjin rolls down his window and digs the ever-present pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of an interior coat pocket. He lights a cigarette and blows the smoke out the open window. “What happened to the steering wheel?”
Gris startles and glances over. Enjin looks out the window, seemingly not paying attention. “Uh,” Gris says, elegantly. “Did you do that?” Enjin’s head turns toward him, golden eyes meeting bright blue. “Gripped the wheel a little too tightly, I guess.” Enjin quirks one eyebrow up, his face betraying his awe. “Wow. Remind me not to get on your bad side,” he quips. “You could never,” Gris admits, softly. Enjin’s eyes hold steady on him for a beat before he turns his head and takes another drag from the cigarette.
this #grisjin fic is SO CLOSE to being done i just need to write the smut and i'm trying so hard to write it! i want to get this fic out into the world asap
hopefully soon the horny brainrot will grip me and i'll bang this smut out, pun intended
