07-22-2018, 08:15 PM
No, no, no. Okay deep breaths or deep engine noises? Whatever it was. He had to remain calm and level headed if he ever wanted to be able to figure out how the hell any of this was happening. The male looked away from the water and looked around, driving to look to the side, his eyes quickly shifting when he heard the sound of car noises and honking, and then a roaring engine? Oh fuck what if humans had decided to get into their territory and do this to them though how they managed to would be completely beyond him. Ready to fight or rather flee, the cheetah printed car turned around to see another car speeding right at him. He squinted to see it as Rochelle and was taken back by the sight. Whoa what the hell? Though it was reassuring to know that he wasn't the only one dealing with this weird shit. Marcel backed up a bit when she got closer, taken back by the sight. Was everyone a damn car now? Frankly Marcel wanted to know who the hell did this and if this was their own version of a cold stupid joke. It probably was frankly.
The shiny car winced when he heard the loud honk coming from Rochelle, the male regaining his "composure." "Calm down, Rochelle, try to speak words that I can understand." His tone reassuring as it could get. He needed her to calm down since frankly he didn't speak car talk and still only understood English. Either way, he had to admit, he was freaking out a bit right now as well but he would but he would force himself to stay as calm as he could manage, the male looking around. "Lets walk, erm, roll, down the beach and see if we can find anyone else. We can't be the only ones this happened to." His tone was curious as he wanted to know if anyone else was dealing with this bit of a dilemma which no doubt they probably were. Slowing to a pace for Rochelle to match, the male began to roll down the beach with his wheel occasionally getting caught in the sand and him having to gun it out as if he were a race car. Other than that little issue, being a car wasn't so bad as he didn't have to deal with a stupid limp.
The shiny car winced when he heard the loud honk coming from Rochelle, the male regaining his "composure." "Calm down, Rochelle, try to speak words that I can understand." His tone reassuring as it could get. He needed her to calm down since frankly he didn't speak car talk and still only understood English. Either way, he had to admit, he was freaking out a bit right now as well but he would but he would force himself to stay as calm as he could manage, the male looking around. "Lets walk, erm, roll, down the beach and see if we can find anyone else. We can't be the only ones this happened to." His tone was curious as he wanted to know if anyone else was dealing with this bit of a dilemma which no doubt they probably were. Slowing to a pace for Rochelle to match, the male began to roll down the beach with his wheel occasionally getting caught in the sand and him having to gun it out as if he were a race car. Other than that little issue, being a car wasn't so bad as he didn't have to deal with a stupid limp.