Is it Still Theft if it Runs Better Afterwards?

@"King"

"...........that wasn't my car. I was. uh. Just in the area when you hit it." Yup. That was his story. He was definitely sticking to it. "I don't know where the owner is-" other than probably stranded somewhere in the city "-I just happen to. Er. Like cars. And this was a really nice, really old car."

That he had been possessing at the time of the incident and his face still kind of hurt. Hopefully the weird spine-fixing falling-from-the-sky lady wouldn't notice him twitching his face.

@"King"

Being stared at didn't necessarily bother Mason. It kind of depended on the situation and the expression. And what he was doing to draw attention; being stared at as a car was totally fine. Being stared at in the street for being him was just something that happened, and not worth deigning to notice.

Being stared at because the person with a temporarily broken back had noticed that he was in pain was a little unusual, to be entirely honest.

"Look at what you did to the car," he said by way of both explanation and diversion.

@"King"

....................

Mason had seen some weird stuff, especially since being towed to these islands as a seasick dehydrated puddle in a boat, but random gore - even with warning - was not his thing. He very much had to look away from the dripping blood and fragments of bone that just -

Nope. He hadn't looked away quick enough. Fight the nausea, fight it back.

His internal distress made his tongue a little looser than it might have been otherwise. "Map the parts of a car to a humanoid body." Bleeeee-nope. Mason forcibly swallowed. "And guess."

@"King"

....

"I possess cars. You basically landed on my face," he said bluntly. And then shut his face very very quickly and glanced to make sure no one else had heard him.

Oops. He'd better not get arrested for this.

"And I'm not human. I'm a nerite. Which is why my face isn't actually broken. Water is hard to break."

@"King"

...

Yeah he'd messed up. He did his best to keep a calm, uninterested face... but come on. He'd just watched blood and bits of bone literally falling out of this woman's back. After she flew out of the sky and smashed the poor mga to death.

"You're missing the entire group of options involving me driving someone else's car with permission," he said pointedly. Not that that happened much. Or had happened today. But she didn't know that, and he could try to get her to believe that it was true.

And then maybe he could still manage to not be arrested.