"And you're sure this is working?"
Yatho hissed at the car, thumping at it even as it sputtered and groaned at her.
"I don't care! We just need to get to the ship in time!"
Grynewaht sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. "There's no way. Seems like this thing(more) never does what it's supposed to do."
Yatho scowled. "I need to take this to Cid and get him to take a look at it. Unbelievable."
"So how on earth do you expect us to make it to the ship on time?"
She put her finger to her chin in thought. "I have an idea. You might not like it, though."
"At this rate, we're not gonna have many choices. Hurry up."
"Bloody hells," Grynewaht growled, clinging tightly to the ropes. The giant Moogle chortled above him, and Yatho chuckled as she watched his eyes squeeze shut. She swung her legs back and forth, the wind whistling in her ears pleasantly. "Not a fan of heights, I take it?"
"Never have been, never will be."
He groaned loudly, leaning back in the seat. Yatho tilted towards him so she could rest her cheek on his shoulder. "It is a nice view. We'll be landing soon, if it makes you feel better."
He nodded. "Aye."
She took hold of Grynewaht's hand, pulling him along towards the dock. "Slow down, Yatho-"
"No, no! Let's hurry."
He tried to dig his heels into the road, but she was stronger than him, especially when she was excited. "What about the car?" he asked.
"Forget the car! We'll get it back when it finally does what it's supposed to do?"
"That could be never."
She tugged him onwards, and as sick as he was, he knew the butterflies in his stomach were something else. (less)