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 Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 4:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 2:29 pm
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 {Hayden Galvarium}
His smile grew larger at her excitement, "I wasn't expecting such a positive response! You and I will get along well," noting that he particularly loved positive minds.
He pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, then slinging the strap of the duffle around his back, the bag hanging across his abdomen. He pulled out his keys from the jacket pocket, sliding it into the ignition and twisting the key, hearing the electronics buzz, the headlight bursting on, and then a final bing noting that she was ready to be start.
He pulled his leather knuckle riding gloves out from his back pockets and slid them on, one at a time, before mounting the bike, rocking it to a center position. He leaned over, flipping out the passenger steps on both sides of the bike, then turned to the neko, offering out a hand.
"One step on, then the other around," he mentioned, guiding her and keeping her balanced as she mounted the seat behind him. He reached back, taking her petite, fragile hands with each of his before gently pulling them around his torso.
"Squeeze if you think I'm going to fast, okay?" he turned his head, peaking over his shoulder at her as his thumb hovered over the starter button.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 4:05 pm
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{Hayden Galvarium}
"Maître?!" he laughed, "No no, Appelez-moi Hayden," (Call me Hayden) he smiled, looking back at the dials of his cycle, then back over his shoulder, "or... Chef," he nodded before hitting the starter, the motorcycle growling to life, then staying at constant hum.
He looked back at her one last time, a smiling eye over his shoulder, before looking forward, catching a glimpse of the "grand opening" sign at the cafe across the street. He centered the bike, kicked up the kickstand and twisted his wrist, letting the motor blip, kicked it into 1st and slowly let go of the clutch, the bike beginning to move.
No time at all, they leaned over, the bike gaining speed, as they began to cruise. The wind blowing through his hair, the glasses luckily keeping the wind from his eyes as he peeled through the first corner, making their way home.
With each turn, each lean, the force would keep them on the bike, but the road would get closer from either end. In hopes to not frighten the poor neko, he made sure to keep the pace of the bike at an even 25 to 30 mph, before hitting the final straight - only about a 10 minute ride through town.
He pulled over, riding down an alleyway before making his way to the back of the restaurant building - a small building, the restaurant only being one floor, the flights above were apartments, one of which was his. Behind the restaurant was the dumpster, a old red Porsche 944, and a door leading into the kitchen. Besides the door were steps leading up to the apartment, and of course, a fire escape which wrapped around the corner of the building into the alley, 3 tenants above them.
The bike came to a halt, his thumb hit the switch and killed the engine. He kicked out the stand and leaned it over.
Looking over his shoulder, "Bienvenue à la maison." (Welcome home.)
He pulled the keys from the ignition, the apartment key on one of the rings, but politely waited for her to dismount. He offered a hand, still sitting on the bike, so that she could use him for leverage if necessary.
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