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[indent]Betelgeuse had wanted the front passenger seat; to be accurate, she had demanded the front passenger seat. However, it was insisted that she wasn’t ‘front passenger’ material as the front passenger is in charge of, but not limited to: the radio, directions, ensuring the driver is awake, and hollering towards the back of truck when fights occur. Betelgeuse resents this sentiment, she would be great at keeping Zac awake. As is, with the front passenger seat given to buzzkill Galahad, Betelgeuse had claimed the next best thing – the entirety of the military truck. With her knees pressed into the metal floor, she had full access to every window and free range to invade anyone’s space. All in all, it was a good set up. Still, she made sure to kick the back of Galahad’s seat now and then to remind him she was unhappy with his chosen seat.

Currently, Betelgeuse was resting her head on her crossed arms which were propped up on the middle of the dashboard. Her head was tucked under the map to give the other two full view of it. She likes watching the vehicle visually eat the road, reminding her of monsters inhaling everything in their way. It made her feel powerful and she suggested a few times they hit a pedestrian on their way out of the Citadel. 

[b]“[color=tomato]Hey book for brains! What kinda Wyvern are they?[/color]”[/b] Asa shouted from the bed of the truck and Betelgeuse stirred from her relaxed state. Well, she more so startled than stirred.

With a racket of arms and legs adjusting and banging on the floor, Betelgeuse squeezed into the space between Galahad’s seat (her coveted throne) and Sabrina’s knees. She pressed her face against the window, straining to see the Wyverns. Betelgeuse loved wyverns, they reminded her of home. Every so often, in the forest while foraging, young Bete would come across the creatures – the encounters usually led to her fleeing, as wyverns were kind of dangerous, but she still enjoyed the memories. 

Betelgeuse ignored the conversations happening around her, and didn’t even let out a huff or growl when Sabrina’s knees dug into her sides with each bump in the road. Eventually, the wyverns faded from view, and left Betelgeuse yearning for some entertainment.

Sam accidentally hurting himself was mildly amusing, but Betelgeuse wanted something more lasting as Sorin would fix him right up any second, anyways.[/indent]