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See... the problem was, Roch thought, he didn't know WHO to go to right now. He had several people that came to mind, and were rapidly tossed out just as quickly because, well, he would talk to Danny soon, he promised himself, but--

He wasn't exactly looking to talk to a ghoul. Amphi leaving like that? Not looking back? It had brought back way too many memories of what his ma had done to him, and honestly, he was feeling a bit bitter about females in general. Not that he would ever tell them, for one it would probably get him beaten up, for another--well, he wanted some time to get his head straight.

So who did he go to? Of all his bros he figured Ren would be the best choice for some cool down time. Jove would have been good--except he was pretty sure Jove thought ghouls had cooties, and wouldn't understand the whole "got dumped" thing properly. Nope, Ren was on the top of his list of guys that wouldn't point and laugh at him for being a wuss over this.

So here he was at Ren's door, trying to avoid eye contact with other people because other people would want to talk. He reached up, knocking twice. "Ren? Man, y'here?" he called through the door. "I need t'talk."

Somehow between the entering and Ren coming out, Roch had made his way through the foxfire minefield and was petting the derpy looking dog. He would ALWAYS head for the derp-dogs OTL. "Ah... well..." he said as he looked at the other boil. "I need t'get my mind offa somethin," he admitted.

He didn't look as cheerful as usual. In fact his usually shining silver eyes looked dull and he had circles under them. "I got dumped," he said. "So I figured I'd come over, see if y'were interested in doin' a little research for the go-kart thing."

"Ain't much t'talk about, really," Roch said, looking down at the dog again. "She left me a stupid letter sayin' that she's goin' home an' not t'wait for her--that she wants t'break up. Ain't much different from what my Ma did back when I was six," he said. "So... yeah," he said. "I'd rather... get outta the school, an' I don't exactly trust myself right now," he admitted.

"An' I ain't... exactly wantin' t'deal with ghouls right now. You know?" It wasn't that he was suddenly batting for the other team, or anything, he was just feeling rather raw. "I stick around an' Danny will find me, then probably Amrita, then--well, I don't wanna break somethin' else over this. So... wanna go go-karting?"

Roch gave him a little grin, holding up a piece of paper. "I got directions to this little go-kart course on the outskirts of town," he said. "It's a bit of a trip--y'mind ridin' on my bike?" he asked as he headed for the door. He waited to see if Ren would lock up behind them.

"I got a spare helmet, if y'can get those ears of yours in it," he added with a hint of a tease.

"Seriously?" Roch asked blankly. He could see Ren--okay, maybe he couldn't, he thought after a moment. "Eh, you'll do fine--although keep your wings tight t'your body, we don't want t'catch any air," he told him as he headed out the door once Ren seemed ready. He seemed a bit tense as he walked through the campus, trying not to garner any attention.

Surprisingly, he didn't seem too bad at it. No one really looked at them. When they reached the front gate of the school he headed to the dying bushes against it, pulling his motorcycle out from behind them and undoing the lock on the wheel. Then he grabbed one of the helmets, holding it out to the other boil. "Put this on," he said as he mounted the bike and pulled on his own helmet.

"Huh?" Roch said blankly. "It's a lot like a go-kart, as far as I can tell, you've got the motor--" he tapped on the motor, "the gear shift, gas tank, handle bars- they control the front wheel, which--oh, y'mean how d'ya ride it? Get on behind me, grab my waist, and lean when I lean," Roch summed up.

Then curiosity forced him to ask, "You HAVE driven a go-kart at least, haven't you? Outside of games, that is?"

This was the guy planning on having people team up and build their own go-karts, after all, he just assumed he knew how to drive...

"Feet on those pegs, see?" Roch said, pointing down before revving the bike. "Me, I did a bit of carjacking when I was a kid, but the first time I was on a bike badass enough to be mentioned it was when my Pop and Gramps kidnapped me for a couple of weeks," he told him, starting down the street to town once he was sure Ren was ready.

"They taught me t'ride in the desert on the way t' Los Muertos," he added. "I've been teachin' my little sister recently, she's gettin' a scooter. Pops converted the main floor of his place into a bike shop, so he's buildin' her one." He turned down a street, heading for the outskirts of town. In front of them loomed a large glowing sign in front of a rather creepy looking go-kart track. It said "Dead Man's Curve Go-Karts."

"I can get y'hooked up," Roch said as he motioned for Ren to get off and took his helmet off. "I know where t'pick up the parts, an' hell, I got a bike shop that we can use--if y'wanna help put it together," he said as he got off as well. "Pops won't mind, if y'don't mind fightin' over the stereo. We could put together a decent bike for cheap. That's how I did this one."

He dug through his pockets, pulling out his bag of seeds. "But then again, we already got a go-kart t'put together," he mentioned as he headed for the front booth. "Might be a bit before the bike--unless y'wanna try doin' both at the same time."