[ Yeah, okay- he'll take the help right now just about any way he can get it. Even if he's never street raced before, doesn't really know how to take that idea into account when he's got no real clue what it means. But video games are a sure thing, except those aren't really feeling it out either. It's buttons and this is feet and the car keeps wanting to lurch forward in a way he doesn't seem to expect yet. It's like it wants to jerk itself out of his grasp and it's frustrating, and the more annoyed he gets... the worse the whole thing seems to become. ]
Getting into first gear never seemed that damn hard with a controller.
[ Potty mouth.
But okay, Dean glances over once more, at the hand on his shoulder and offers up a solemn nod of sorts. He's willing to try as long as it takes, at least, grounded in his furious need to get it right. Once more he slowly begins pulling his foot off the clutch, waiting for the exact moment to start grinding down on the accelerator, trying to see if (once again) he can catch it in time to get the car to actually do more than roll and quiver. ]
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Getting into first gear never seemed that damn hard with a controller.
[ Potty mouth.
But okay, Dean glances over once more, at the hand on his shoulder and offers up a solemn nod of sorts. He's willing to try as long as it takes, at least, grounded in his furious need to get it right. Once more he slowly begins pulling his foot off the clutch, waiting for the exact moment to start grinding down on the accelerator, trying to see if (once again) he can catch it in time to get the car to actually do more than roll and quiver. ]
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