Blue's glad when Gansey relents. One thing she knew about him - he wasn't too terribly great with cars. He could recite to you the lineage for the entire Welsh line of kings for a millenia, but cars and Gansey weren't close friends. The odd thought that there'd be no way Aglionby would offer shop class crosses her mind, and she snickers softly to herself, imagining Raven boys in their sweaters and flat-front khakis beneath their shiny Porches in a classroom setting.
She still watches Gansey, though. He looks cute, even drenched and miserable and worried about his car. "Come on, Adam, the Pig needs a dashing rescue!" She says it in a voice just loud enough to be heard, grinning at Gansey.
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Date: 2015-03-17 05:56 am (UTC)She still watches Gansey, though. He looks cute, even drenched and miserable and worried about his car. "Come on, Adam, the Pig needs a dashing rescue!" She says it in a voice just loud enough to be heard, grinning at Gansey.