Driving School

Rating: PG
Category: AU
Pairing(s): None
Warnings: None
Summary: Nathan, Toki and Skwisgaar give a friend a ride.
Notes: A tiny fluffy-fic for dwarrowchild. It would be bigger but I still can’t brain. I has da piggy cold. Oink.

“…. I guess what we’re trying to say is… we’re disappointed you didn’t use better judgement,” said Nathan.

“And we hopes you knows you is gettings off lucky,” said Skwisgaar.

“Ja!” said Toki. “Somebodies coulds have beens killeds!”

“Yeah!” said Murderface. “You could have been schplattered all over the place!”

“Drivings too fast for conditions!” said Toki. “Nots brakings in time!”

“Goings t’rough da red light,” said Skwisgaar, disapprovingly, shaking his head like any parent who wonders where he went wrong. “Hittings da cops! What’s we goings to does wit’ you?”

The Murdercycle pulled into the parking lot of the driving school, slowing to a halt by the squat little grey building where the evening classes were taught.

“Now have you got everything? Lunch? Cell phone? Books..?” asked Nathan.

“And don’t talks to strangers!” said Toki.

“And don’ts cross the roads by youself!” said Skwisgaar.

“We’ll be back after class,” said Nathan. “Do what the driving instructor tells you. Oh look at you. What a mess.” Nathan took a comb and ran it through the short chestnut hair. “There. Awwww… look how handsome you are!”

Skwisgaar put an arm around Toki, sniffing. “They grows up so fast!”

Toki patted Skwisgaar on the shoulder. “There there. We can has anothers robot, maybe.”

Charles glared at the foursome. “I just want you to know that I hate all of you.”