"Mm," he was mildly amused by the retort, but didn't feel the normal freight train of anticipation and wit build up inside him that urged him to vocalize. He felt numb, and comfortably so. Tony kept his eyes instead on the road up ahead and the few globes of light from other cars they encountered. As the song changed his dark eyes flicked momentarily to the radio.
Hey, Hey, What Can I Do? It was an obscure choice...was it the time? 11:15, the power hour of B-Side ballads or something? The automatic DJ might have been programmed to play the entire collection throughout the night. Thinking and musing on such a matter eased his mind and made him realize the discomfort of slouching. He squirmed quietly in his seat to regain his poise, leaning his head back ready to emit a sigh before feeling a small bit of pressure on his left hand. The sigh died in the back of his mouth and he looked down at the petite hand, then up the pale arm, across the graceful shoulders, up the slender neck to the face of its owner. He smiled thinly, rolling his hand slightly to adjust the hold to be more comfortable. "Sorry. Your hands are tiny."
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Date: 2008-07-01 06:43 am (UTC)Hey, Hey, What Can I Do? It was an obscure choice...was it the time? 11:15, the power hour of B-Side ballads or something? The automatic DJ might have been programmed to play the entire collection throughout the night. Thinking and musing on such a matter eased his mind and made him realize the discomfort of slouching. He squirmed quietly in his seat to regain his poise, leaning his head back ready to emit a sigh before feeling a small bit of pressure on his left hand. The sigh died in the back of his mouth and he looked down at the petite hand, then up the pale arm, across the graceful shoulders, up the slender neck to the face of its owner. He smiled thinly, rolling his hand slightly to adjust the hold to be more comfortable. "Sorry. Your hands are tiny."