[ he can be a dumbass teenager all he wants. dave hooks a finger into one of john's belt loops, tugging him closer. ] Get us there fast. [ windy thing or something. ]
I'm not the one who can flashstep? [But the grin grows a little wider and yeah, windy-ing away!!! We can probably wrap this one too and assume they were idiots all night.]
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