# Joyride

Title: Joyride
Status: Complete
Characters: Anon, Naser
Rating: SFW
Classification: One Shot
Author: LowkeyLoki/KaiserDignitas
Summary: Two friends go on a totally normal drive together, with nothing wrong happening whatsoever.
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>Anon gets into Naser's car with him
>Anon almost literally shits his pants at the suddenly ear-bleedingly loud music and the vibrations rocking through his body when he turns on the radio
>SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THEEESE~ WHO AM I TO DISAGREE~
>Car is very quickly reaching the edge of the speedometer
>Am I going to die?
>Naser and Anon slow down to a light that's gone red
>Naser sees a group of humans standing on the corner
>They look over to their car that's vibrating with a particular song
>Anon is sweating fucking bullets when Naser and the other humans outside are basically having a staring contest
>Naser simply just mutters under his breath
>"Fucking skinnie pieces of shit."
>Looks over to Anon and smiles
>"Not you though, 'Non. You're a great guy."
>...
>Thanks?
>Anon is basically the go-to excuse for a lot of his friends to say,
>"I'm not specist! How can I be specist when I'm friends with Anon? He's a human!"
>"I mean, I don't blame you man."
>"If you saw where I live, you'd be pretty disappointed."
>"Anon, don't tell me you live...in Skinrow?"
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>"Sorry if I sound like I'm prying, but"
>"What makes me so different from the rest of 'em?"
>"Hmmm... I think it's the way you're so adaptable."
>"Naser... What the fuck does that even mean?"
>"You're human and all, but you act like your own self. You don't get into any kind of mob-mentality."
>"The fact that I can talk to anybody is a miracle, Naser."
>As Naser lets out a chuckle at Anon's expense, the song ends and switches to the next in the playlist.
>MoonPtero- Right Wing Death Squads
>???
>"LOOK I LIKE IT BECAUSE IT'S FUNNY, OKAY, ANON?"
>"No, no, I know."
>"I actually find it kind of catchy, believe it or not."
>"Turn that shit up."
>Anon takes a glance at the MoonPtero playlist on the car's dashboard
>Right Wing Death Squads
>Notorious PPP
>Fresh Ptero
>Pterotopia
>Shootouts
>49 Faggots and One Dune Skinnie
>Triggerland
>Crank Dat
>Triceratops Lives Don't Matter
>In Da Party
>Enter the Triple P Mafia
>Shooting For Diversity
>Dear lord, is Naser okay?
>Maybe Naser and I have more in common than we thought.
>It seems we're both off-the-charts autistic.
>"Hey, Naser"
>What the hell is 'Human History Month' anyway?"
>"I've literally never heard of it"
>"It's some dumb shit a bunch of skins wanted to do for," Naser raises his voice's pitch and makes it nasally for this as a mocking expression "rEpReSeNtAtIoN!!!"
>"Is that why Fang tried handing me a stick?"
>"She just came up to me, all embarrassed"
>"And handed me a stick just expecting me to say something about it"
>"Is that, like"
>"Part of the whole thing or what?"
>"Anon. I'm actually surprised you didn't know about the whole "Human History Month" stuff."
>Anon deadpans at this
>"Dude, I've kinda lived around both communities my entire life. I'm guessing the human month shit is new?"
>"Kinda, yea. Although seeing how it's gone, looks like humanity's pretty damn divided inside itself any how."
>Naser chuckles a bit glumly, but sees Anon's face drop down a smidge.
>Yea...might've hit a raw spot with that.
>Good job, you just made your human depressed about his entire species' existence.
>"I know what you mean, Naser. It fucking sucks."
>Naser perks up a bit from this.
>"Huh? What d'you mean, bro?"
>Anon looks forward to the ever moving road. His gaze never changing. It reminded Naser of a movie with a human in it that always looked depressed.
>"We've always been at each others' throats when you look at it. It's no wonder your people were able to just...get everything together."
>Naser doesn't look over to him, instead opting to just watch the road.
>"Yea... I guess I see what you mean...
>The rest of the car ride is spent in silence, a silence that comforts, but also makes the both of them feel anxious...
>...Until Anon interjects once more
>...
>"Naser...?"
>...
>"Do you... really hate humans that much? Like, all of them?"
>"Uh..."
>(sigh)
>Naser crosses his fingers in anxiety, not entirely sure on what to say
>Anon continues to deadpan his friend, not realizing he's making it worse
>"I mean..."
>"How do I-"
>(SIGH)
>"Look, I'm not asking you to just... say you love them all unconditionally and shit, man."
>Anon looks away, rubbing one of his arms nervously.
>"It's weird, usually this kind of shit doesn't bother me one bit, but sometimes, not even from you, but I feel like people see me as something that's not... worth it."
>Naser slows to car down and pulls to the side.
>He slumps down, hitting his head on the steering wheel a tiny bit on the way down. A deep breath in, and one out as he calms his headache.
>"Anon! I don't... I don't hate you, okay? You're an amazing bro, I'd even... go as far as to think of you as a brother, man..."
>Anon notices Naser's voice crack a bit at the mention of considering him a brother.
>His glare softens seeing Naser open up this way with him.
>He smiles at Naser.
>"I love you, bro. I'd call you a brother too."
>Naser looks at Anon, completely silent.
>Even after all of the questionable shit, Anon thinks of him as a brother.
>"God dammit."
>Anon pulls Naser into a side hug, patting his head.
>Anon chuckles a bit at Naser's breakdown.
>"You're a big baby sometimes, you know? Don't change, man."
>They both laugh after a bit of a tearful moment. Calming down, they both get back onto the road, listening to tunes all the way.