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>The Dilopho-spinosaur locks eyes with himself in the rear-view mirror. His brows furrow, a smile on his face.
>You got this, Damien. Fourth time’s the charm. Liz even drove you all the way out to the other side of Volcaldera to try a new DMV. No way you’re failing this time!
>Click, k-thunk. Damien turns to the passenger seat as his instructor steps into the car, clipboard in hand.
“Cool eyebrows.”
“Thanks, kid. People don’t usually appreciate how much effort it is to wax ‘em.”
>The strange looking raptor asks the usual questions. Name, ID, all that sorta stuff.
>Then, he lights a cigarette. Damien’s face scrunches up a little. The other instructors didn’t really do that. Isn’t smoking in a car bad?
>The instructor glances at the hybrid, peeved.
“Well, whaddaya waitin’ for? Drive already, the test started.”
>Damien’s frills raise with his sheepish grin as he focuses again.
>Alright. Parking brake off. Put the gear into drive. Gas pedal is the right pedal, NOT the left pedal. Time to get that license.
>...
>Oof. He cringes as he knocks over a traffic cone while trying to parallel park. A peek to his passenger confirms that his instructor noticed… and didn’t seem to care much.
>Huh. Maybe Liz was onto something going to this DMV.
“Alright. Boring stuff’s out of the way. Let’s hit the road!”
>A smile spreads across Damien’s face. This was always his favorite part.
>It was also the part he tended to fail on, given his propensity for getting lost in the moment and violating speed limits.
>Today was no exception, his frills undulating as he tears through a school zone at 50 MPH. At this point, the salmon-skinned speeder has practically forgotten his instructor’s presence - a presence which is nodding approvingly with each ran red-light and cut-off car.
“Not bad, not bad. There - take that exit. Lemme see watcha got on the highway!”
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>You got this, Damien. Fourth time’s the charm. Liz even drove you all the way out to the other side of Volcaldera to try a new DMV. No way you’re failing this time!
>Click, k-thunk. Damien turns to the passenger seat as his instructor steps into the car, clipboard in hand.
“Cool eyebrows.”
“Thanks, kid. People don’t usually appreciate how much effort it is to wax ‘em.”
>The strange looking raptor asks the usual questions. Name, ID, all that sorta stuff.
>Then, he lights a cigarette. Damien’s face scrunches up a little. The other instructors didn’t really do that. Isn’t smoking in a car bad?
>The instructor glances at the hybrid, peeved.
“Well, whaddaya waitin’ for? Drive already, the test started.”
>Damien’s frills raise with his sheepish grin as he focuses again.
>Alright. Parking brake off. Put the gear into drive. Gas pedal is the right pedal, NOT the left pedal. Time to get that license.
>...
>Oof. He cringes as he knocks over a traffic cone while trying to parallel park. A peek to his passenger confirms that his instructor noticed… and didn’t seem to care much.
>Huh. Maybe Liz was onto something going to this DMV.
“Alright. Boring stuff’s out of the way. Let’s hit the road!”
>A smile spreads across Damien’s face. This was always his favorite part.
>It was also the part he tended to fail on, given his propensity for getting lost in the moment and violating speed limits.
>Today was no exception, his frills undulating as he tears through a school zone at 50 MPH. At this point, the salmon-skinned speeder has practically forgotten his instructor’s presence - a presence which is nodding approvingly with each ran red-light and cut-off car.
“Not bad, not bad. There - take that exit. Lemme see watcha got on the highway!”
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