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Mycah rummaged through the supplies, finally finding where the rest of the money was kept. They put it into a backpack, along with some other supplies. "Grab anything you might need." Mycah jumped out of the trunk to let Winter get whatever he wanted.
Winter nodded, and grabbed some stuff, putting it in a different backpack and shouldering it. "Let's go." he said, eyes flickering around again. "We're catching a lot of attention."
"I wonder why." Mycah gave Winter a small, teasing smile and started away from the car. They stared at the ground, keeping their hair in front of their face. Mycah missed being able to tie their hair back. The constant hair in the face was getting really annoying.
Winter snorted softly. "What? The blood is dry!" he replied, tugging at the sleeves of his shirt and wondering if he should have cut them off earlier, before people saw them.
"It's still suspicious." Mycah looked up at Winter, their face uncharacteristically open. Even though they shouldn't have felt happy at all, the knowledge that Crin was dead put a small gleam of happiness in their heart. It helped that they were far away from the place where it all happened.
Winter sighed loudly. "Ugh. I should have cut the sleeves off or something." he said, looking down at the bloodstained cuffs. "This sucks ass."
"Heh! Our whole situation sucks ass. Personally, I prefer the dried blood to raggedy hems. You could just say you're an enthusiastic painter if anyone asks," Mycah sighed, almost happily, and glanced at the cars on the side of the road. "Have you seen any good ones?"
He snorted. "Yes, my unartistic ass is an enthusiastic painter." he repied, shaking his head slightly. "And…not really."
"They don't have to know that." Mycah glanced at Winter with a small smirk. "Hmm, shame. However much I like this place, the people here don't like us." They turned back to the road, inspecting all the cars as casually as they could. "What about that one?" Mycah nodded towards a car a little ways ahead of them.
Winter nodded slightly, letting out a faint laugh. He looked at the car Mycah was gesturing at, and nodded. "Yeah, that could work." he replied.
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"Good. Do you have any experience stealing cars?" Mycah asked, slowing their pace slightly. "I'm sad to say that I don't." They glanced all around the car. There wasn't anyone near it right then, though some people were walking towards it.
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Winter laughed quietly, shaking his head. "I don't…no. I don't. I'm sorry." he replied, looking at Mycah. "I can't do everything, y'know."
"Hmm. I guess we're improvising." Mycah frowned, trying to figure out what they were going to do. First, they had to get that car open if it wasn't already. Then they had to start the car… Unless they got lucky enough that the keys were already there. Though, that was very unlikely.
"I might be able to hotwire it, but that's the extent of my criminal abilities." Winter said with a shrug. "I can also serve as lookout, if you'd prefer that."
"Well, you can hotwire it," Mycah decided. "I'll get it open. You can be the lookout for that bit, but there's no way I'm learning how to hotwire a car right now." They glanced down the sidewalk– still no people near them. A few quick steps and they were right next to the car.
"Alright." he replied. He waited as he was the lookout while Mycah got the car opened. He let out a quiet breath, putting his hands on his hips.
Mycah didn't really know what they were going to get the car open, but they had a sort of plan. They knelt down next to the car and put a hand over the lock, sending a bit of their magical ink into the lock. Closing their eyes, Mycah carefully formed the magic into the shape of the key. A twist of their hand and the door clicked open. It had only taken about three minutes– not bad, in Mycah's opinion.
Winter looked over when the door clicked open. "Want me to attempt to hotwire it now?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at Mycah. He drew out a dagger to be able to access the wires.
"Yeah," Mycah called back all of their magic, then dropped their hand away from the car door. After a few seconds, they stood up and stepped away from the car. "Will you drive, or just start the car?" They asked.
Winter nodded. "I can…try to drive, I suppose." he opened the door, and squatted down. He jabbed the dagger into the area below the steering wheel, carving it open and severing wires, then started to work on finding the correct wiring.
"Okay." Mycah leaned against the car, keeping a watch out for people. "If you change your mind, just tell me." They glanced at Winter, watching him working for a few seconds, then looked back down the sidewalk. There was a group of people coming towards them, and two of them were whispering and frowning in Mycah's direction. "Looks like we're about to have company," They warned.
Winter nodded slightly. He frowned, and the wires sparked, and the car roared to life. "Got it." he said, climbing into the driver's seat and buckling in. "Come on."
Mycah walked to the other side of the car and got into the passenger's side, bucking their seatbelt quickly. The group was still staring suspiciously at them both, but at least they weren't running towards the car screaming. It wasn't their car, it appeared. Thank the gods. "Let's go."
Winter nodded, and started driving, frowning. It was…painfully obvious that he wasn't accustomed to driving, his movements a bit jerky and a little hesitant.
"Ah…" Mycah started, grimacing slightly. But they weren't in a rush, so Winter was fine. He'd get used to it after a little– hopefully. "Do you know the way to Sutoni?" They asked instead, putting their backpack into the back of the car.