[In he climbs, cramming himself into the driver's seat — and the very first thing he does, even before focusing on Kakyoin, is to hit the seat latch and move it back a good foot at least. Evidently whoever really owns this car isn't a 6'5" behemoth like some people are.
But then, once he's a little more settled, he focuses in on what he's being asked to do, and nods.]
Just straight in?
[Even as he says it, a ghostly purple arm is emerging from his shoulder, commandeering the butter knife and readying it before giving it a firm jab inward.]
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But then, once he's a little more settled, he focuses in on what he's being asked to do, and nods.]
Just straight in?
[Even as he says it, a ghostly purple arm is emerging from his shoulder, commandeering the butter knife and readying it before giving it a firm jab inward.]