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Perking his head up at the sound of something awful getting louder, Kevin turned around to see what it was and only managed to see a blur whiz past him. The wind caused by the blur blew his clothes and his hair back, giving him a somewhat disheveled appearance. What was that? he asked and slowly turned back around to see that the blur had stopped not too far from him. Kevin blinked and smoothed his clothes back to normal. A motorcycle, and a guy around his age. This guy, the way he spoke and acted, it reminded him a lot of the jocks at his old school, and he didn't even want to think about going through all that again, his bandages were already pressing against his throbbing arms. That in mind, Kevin flickered his blue gaze back to the other sidewalk, where a flamboyant man and an investigator argued in the middle of a crowd. He was at a fork in the road, he realized, and both possibilities weren't in his favor. After a good moment, Kevin looked back to the motorcycle-head. He'd rather go through one jerk than an entire group. Besides, the jocks at his old school never attacked him when they didn't have a group to help.
"Umm.... Do you need help?" Kevin asked softly as he made his way to the sobbing blonde. He must really like his bike, he thought while digging his hands in his pockets.

Kevin eyed the man's hair when the helmet was removed. There were signs of helmet hair, but he knew the man's hair was luscious and abundant; in a way it reminded him of a lion's mane. His thoughts vanished as soon as he saw the hand extended towards him. A handshake. Kevin slowly lifted his own hand and looked at the bandages adorning even his palms. What would Caspar think if he saw this? Was he already thinking up vicious comments or giving him pitiful looks? Looking back at the blonde, Kevin eyed his facial expression as he took the other's hand and shook it. "I'm Kevin." he replied quietly.

Jonas? Oh, the Jonas Brothers. Kevin never got around to listen or watch them, he just knew they were famous thanks to Disney, but that network was always too flashy and filled with smiles for his likes. Kevin inwardly flinched when he was told that he was more attractive, but his facial expression just showed surprise. That was the first time anyone had told him anything like that (or well, the second, really) and he wasn't sure how to react to it exactly. Fortunately, or unfortunately, for him, Caspar brought up his hand to examine it before he could really react. Seeing his hand on display like that made him cringe. Caspar must be imagining all sorts of things now, he was probably going to unwrap his bandages or heckle him...
Expecting one of his imagination's answers, Kevin was surprised to hear about the guitar. Opening one eye, he slowly relaxed and gave a faint nod. "Oh... Yeah, my, umm, brother taught me." he said distantly while pulling his arm back to his side. Caspar sure was a cheerful one, and though Kevin would've loved to be around someone that was concerned with talking instead of judging, he himself wasn't the social type and felt, well, awkward around someone so bright and energetic. "Umm... Yeah, that's why I wear these." he muttered while looking at his bandages. Deciding that this was enough time spent on himself, Kevin lifted his head and looked over at the motorcycle. "So what exactly is wrong with your ride?" he asked as he stepped towards it.

Kevin watched the scene with amusement. What was so normal about a magic carpet? He looked back at Caspar when he was asked for help then looked up at the sky to think. "Actually.... yes." he confirmed and looked back at the taller blonde. "I've been at this school for a while and have taken a few walks. I think I can help you carry your bike to the auto shop, it's not that far from here."

With a yelp Kevin found himself on the ground with Caspar on top of him, nuzzling him affectionately. A small blush bloomed on his stunned face. Unknown to this open affection, Kevin just stayed on the ground and listened to the blonde urge them towards the shop when a loud crashing sound made him sit up with a start. Shaking himself from his disoriented state, he noticed Caspar now on the ground with a rip in his jeans and a sad look on his face. "That looks bad." Kevin mumbled as he crawled over to the blonde. "Here, use these." he said as he pulled out the wrap of bandages from his back pocket. He always carried a roll around, and it's proven to be useful in the past.

Kevin was expecting Caspar to pull up the leg of the pants, and just the thought of his bare leg was enough to bring a blush to his face, but when the pants came off? He nearly got a nosebleed then. The younger man inhaled sharply and slowly pulled the blonde's pants off his head when the glowing red boxers met his eye. His blush matched its color. How could anyone take their pants off in public like that?!
Hearing Caspar comment about bandages, Kevin took in a deep breath and got even closer to him. "Here, let me help." he murmured as he began removing the badly bandaged bandages. He tried to ignore the almost half-naked man before him as he redid the bandages. Those long five minutes... "There." he finally said and leaned back to look at the bandages again. "That should hold, but I bet we could find a store with your kind of bandages on the way to the auto shop."

Having his blush poked, Kevin frowned and brought a hand to the cheek that was touched. Ugh, he wasn't expecting this much energy and talking in one day let alone an hour! After taking a moment to recompose himself, he stood up and looked at the motorcycle. "I guess we'll just have to push it down there." he murmured.

Kevin eyed Caspar. This man got stranger and stranger by the minute. First he was complaining about having to carry the motorcycle to the shop, and now he was insisting that he use the handles? He wasn't sure whether to be confused by such a switch of emotions or upset that he got stuck with the rear lights. "I guess so." he murmured and laid his hands on the plastic above the wheel. His thin arms were already groaning at the thought of this, but it was better than going through his daily ritual of walking around until it was time to go to sleep.