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Feb 4, 2024 7:32:55 GMT -6
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eirk post Erik's eyebrow perked up a moment when she regarded the bike they were on with at least a passing semblance of interest or perhaps some reassurance about his frankenbike. "Various junkyard's and online stores. Put her together when I had time." Which usually happened in the wee hours of any given day when there was nothing else to do. Not that he was any sort of mechanical expert, but the internet and a handy manual for the given year of his bike covered most of it. There was no shortage of mechanic's shops in town for anything else. The flutter of movement in the mirror caught his eye and he was worried perhaps she had flipped backwards off the bike at first. Instead he was awarded with the sight of her underpants and at first he felt scandalous for looking only to be overwhelmed by other emotions, curiosity chief among them.
Her question broke him out of her thoughts. "Yeah we are. Have to park a small distance off and walk some. Be near some food too. You weren't lying about being hungry were you?" Of course he had been a bit preoccupied with his thoughts and had missed his original turn and had to take a bit more roundabout way which he hoped he could play off as just giving her a scenic route or worst case trump card scenario that he was allowing her some time to recompose herself. Yeah that was a good excuse if he ever needed it! He filed that one away for the future as he pulled into a place he could park. Waiting patiently for her to get off the bike first before doing the same and getting the annoying protective gear off his head and setting it on the bike. Taking a moment run a hand through his hair before looking to her. "Beach or food first?" Offering her a mild smile that was fast becoming his default facial arrangement.
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