baby you can drive my car.

[Maserati de le Poer]

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To his credit, Maserati was slightly surprised how well he managed to keep up with her at all. It was somewhat unexpected for his gargantuan stature and as far as she was concerned, no less impressive than her own ability to move. He had a lot more mass to haul around and it really probably took quite a bit of work. The lithe girl was clearly built for speed--sometimes she forgot how much of an outlier she really was. It had always just been a part of her, just as his size had likely always been a part of him. Absently she wondered exactly how much food he had to eat to fuel himself; half a deer in one sitting, perhaps? It was certainly hard to imagine him sustaining himself on woodchucks and hares as she usually did. She smiled sheepishly at his comment--although the girl clearly wasn't opposed to drawing some degree of attention to herself, she was still rather modest when it came to her own strengths or skills. Yep! Oi was named after a kind of machine that moves really fast; fittin', eh? she mused aloud. Though Oi must say yeh move pretty good for how big yeh are, too. She imagined with him around, she would always feel pretty safe... it seemed unlikely that anybody would want to mess with such a large wolf, although as she looked closer she noticed several cuts and small scars along his body. Neither her eyes nor thoughts lingered very long on this subject, however; he was no more worse for the wear than Anselm was, at least. At his suggestion she nodded enthusiastically. Perhaps they wouldn't race each other this time, but she would race her own individual bin. Green's an excellent colour, m'friend, she added with a snicker. Brennt seemed relatively laid back... perhaps he'd either know what she meant already or be willing to find out in a bit. Maserati was very pleased with her company and wanted to keep the day rolling in such a positive direction. By now the sun was past the horizon and fully exposed and she couldn't think of much else she would rather be doing. She'd been cooped up in her little garage far too long, it seemed. She'd have to make more of an effort to get out and see people. Using her nose to nudge her roller down the driveway and into the main street, she nipped at it lightly as it veered slightly off course, then began to trot along side it as it gained momentum. As it rolled further down the hill she leapt back and forth over it--this was the first time she'd practised leaping over a non-stationary hurdle to any extent, and it was an interesting challenge indeed. Sometimes the bin hit her and lost speed, but she would simply chase it again so she could do it some more. Were she feeling more adventurous she might consider going for a ride down one of the smaller hills inside... but that seemed a little dangerous with no hands to brace herself, plus then the contents of her bag may very well wind up scattered throughout the street.

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