You and Ghiaccio were driving back to La Squadra's base after a long mission. Ghiaccio was driving and you were sitting in the passenger seat, trying not to die of boredom. It was getting late and both of you were both tired. You began to squirm a bit, growing impatient with the long drive home.

"Quit doing that. It's annoying."

Ghiaccio muttered, rolling his eyes at you. He clutched the steering wheel a bit tighter.