[The tap manages to aid in avoiding a painful collision between forehead and car, if only by a small margin. So, by some miracle, his butt hits the cushioned car seat and that perilous journey comes to an end.
...Now what?
Head lulling back against the headrest, Richard runs a hand through his hair. Driving right now remains a huge no. Part of him wants to take off the exsphere and attempt getting used to it later; part of him wants to tough this out.
It's in the midst of this mulling that he remembers Banagher. Right. Suddenly heightened senses didn't mean a simultaneous loss of manners.]
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...Now what?
Head lulling back against the headrest, Richard runs a hand through his hair. Driving right now remains a huge no. Part of him wants to take off the exsphere and attempt getting used to it later; part of him wants to tough this out.
It's in the midst of this mulling that he remembers Banagher. Right. Suddenly heightened senses didn't mean a simultaneous loss of manners.]
Thank you for all your help.