"DUDE!!"
Cheeto sounds unusually panicked as he jumps down the hatch, rushing over and practically yanking Ace away from the controls. The shorter boy, for the most part, is a little surprised but mostly unfazed. His helmet falls back and clinks against the driver's seat as he tilts his head backwards to look up at his childhood friend. Ace looks more like a curious kid rather than someone who nearly made a horrible mistake.
"What's up, bro?"
The ink-haired teen asks with a tilt of his head. There aren't any horrors, right? So what's the hubbub, bub? Cheeto needs a minute to catch his breath from his scramble into the tank. But he points to the tank's periscopes, just barely wheezing out a "younearlyhitsomethingbroholyshit". Ace's eyes widen in alarm before promptly bonking his head against the periscope and...
Oh shit, bro. Sure enough, there's something out there! Ace can't really make out your features, but he's quick to find the hatch and make his way atop the panzer. Cheeto joins him soon after, squinting at they both try to get a better look at you. If it were just another grotesque or husk, they could just run it over. But...
"Dude!" the younger of the two teens calls out, trying to play down the fact that he almost accidentally ran you over, "you good?"
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Ace's Journal: Bro I nearly hit someone today!! That would have totally killed the mood.