[ The crowd closes in on #2 and though K tries his best to keep them back, to position himself in between them and their idol — none of them appear armed, but that hardly matters and his instinct is to treat them all as potential threats — there's simply too many of them. K considers and just as quickly dismisses the thought of drawing his own gun, knowing that might escalate things beyond his control. This is still manageable, he thinks. If he acts quickly.
He retrieves the dropped key, securely winds an arm around #2's shoulders, and begins bodily making a path for them through the crowd. More than a few of the humans are unceremoniously shoved backwards or to the ground amid their loud protests, and K doesn't stop. Once they reach #2's car, he unlocks the driver's side and helps #2 get inside before climbing in after him, taking the driver's seat.
Or more like folding himself into the driver's seat. Good lord, he hadn't realised their height difference was quite that significant.
Ignoring the fans now pounding on the windows, he searches around the seat with both hands. ] Where's the—
[ There it is. He adjusts the seat to allow himself some actual leg room to drive, then glances at #2 as he whips on his seatbelt and starts the car. ] Buckle up. [ Contrary to his anxious expression, his tone's just this side of amused; safety first. He isn't panicked — he's self-assured, confident that he has things under control. Aside from the cracked helmet, #2's still in one piece, so all things considered this was a successful escort mission. Now to take him home... ]
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He retrieves the dropped key, securely winds an arm around #2's shoulders, and begins bodily making a path for them through the crowd. More than a few of the humans are unceremoniously shoved backwards or to the ground amid their loud protests, and K doesn't stop. Once they reach #2's car, he unlocks the driver's side and helps #2 get inside before climbing in after him, taking the driver's seat.
Or more like folding himself into the driver's seat. Good lord, he hadn't realised their height difference was quite that significant.
Ignoring the fans now pounding on the windows, he searches around the seat with both hands. ] Where's the—
[ There it is. He adjusts the seat to allow himself some actual leg room to drive, then glances at #2 as he whips on his seatbelt and starts the car. ] Buckle up. [ Contrary to his anxious expression, his tone's just this side of amused; safety first. He isn't panicked — he's self-assured, confident that he has things under control. Aside from the cracked helmet, #2's still in one piece, so all things considered this was a successful escort mission. Now to take him home... ]