“What are you doing?”
Mordecai looked over his seat, frowning.
“I told you to sit in the middle.”
He sighs, putting off his glasses to pinch his nose.
“Why do we have to keep going over this?”
Mordecai says, putting on his glasses.
“A bit of common courtesy- is that so much to ask while I’m practically chauffeuring you about?”
He grumbled.
“Did we not establish our line of symmetry is over here?!”
He gestured, pointing his fingers to the middle of the seat.
“And do you not realize that your blithe disregard for this is throwing geometric spacial harmony in here is completely out of kilter?”
Mordecai stared judgementally, resting his arm on the heam on the seat.
“Is that you want? Is that what you’re trying to achieve?”
He titled his head up, raising an eyebrow.
“Hmmm?”
He frowned.
“ASYMMETRY??!”
Mordecai growled, keeping one hand on the wheel.