Quick Log: Gin and Sasori

[crooked_tongue]

Date/Time: [TBD; The date of Sasori's interrogation, directly before]
Location: Gin's car
Summary: A while ago, Sasori asked Gin for a ride... and a favor.

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[crooked_tongue]

Looking up when the familiar engine came close, Sasori's mask broke, for a moment, before it snapped back into place, like a kabuki puppet. Getting up from the bench, he crossed over to the car - the precious, beautiful car he so wanted to drive - and leaned down so he could look in the window.

"Pardon my intrusion," he said, politely. "May I come in?" He nodded toward the handle, as though he were entering a house. But it was still rude to simply climb into someone's car - even if the ride had been arranged - and expect to be driven off like a chauffeur.

[crooked_tongue]

Straightening up again, Sasori closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before opening the door and sliding in. He didn't open his eyes until he was settled in the seat, and even then, he didn't move to put his seatbelt on, looking around the inside of the car, slowly, reverently. Cars were passion, artwork, and he was a starving artist.

"Yes," he finally said, broken from his trance and reaching to close his door and pull his seatbelt on. "If you would make sure not to bruise my face or hands." He gestured to his clothing, carefully picked out so as to not uncover any skin; he generally dressed like that, but in this case, it was necessary.