[ Max kills the motor after making sure...ah, yeah, mostly in the parking space, only bumping the curb a little, this is a good parking job for Max Mayfield.
She kills the engine and climbs out, throwing her shoulder in an attempt at a cool half-shrug. ]
Ready enough.
[ As in, she's still worried her legs are going to give out, stupid fucking things, but it's highly likely she can spin it as hooves being hard to manage.
She grabs her skateboard from the passenger seat—same board as a few months ago, created through a hoverboard and some wheels—and locks up the car. ]
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She kills the engine and climbs out, throwing her shoulder in an attempt at a cool half-shrug. ]
Ready enough.
[ As in, she's still worried her legs are going to give out, stupid fucking things, but it's highly likely she can spin it as hooves being hard to manage.
She grabs her skateboard from the passenger seat—same board as a few months ago, created through a hoverboard and some wheels—and locks up the car. ]