Both are fairly tempting options if I'm being entirely honest. Mh... Did you have a beach in mind when you suggested this?

Hold onto that.

It's only going to get hotter... Might immolate involuntarily at this rate.

No can-do. I need them.

They're big into holes.

What the dink was that noise?

What do you mean you're driving. Do you... Do you even have the riding skill as you are?

Every single one? Just like that?

Your timing might need some work.

Mental pollution from yesterday caught up to me. I need to be in quarantine for a day. Or else.

Wet Beast With Witches Wednesday or some shit.

What a day.

Pretty straightforward. Lust fiends and the like, easy stuff to power through and rend.

Ironically enough, I didn't even get bloody this time.

Turned its ass into fragments of a concept.

Introducing "Come now amour~ surely would could settle this without bloodshed~ Or if your feeling frisky, essaie-moi~." Valentine Bloodstone "Oh Chérie..that top? With those boots? Who dressed you, a caveman?" Le Prince Charmant "Pour la dernière fois, je ne suis pas Nightcrawler !"

Anyway live footage of Jeanne, Jacques, and myself making a lust fiend wish it never coalesced from humanity's warped desires.

𝟔/𝟗 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝... 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞-𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐞? 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙯𝙯 𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢?

Not sure. If anyone's the person to ask for it that would be Olwen. She's usually setting things up.

I did declare a want for a kart racing game right before that.

Alright, I'll keep the .44 from blowing your shit smoove off emotionally and hold my tongue.

And how do you think saying that will make others 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡, big M?

Sure. It isn't a terrible suggestion, at times a broken clock is right twice a day or something like that.

Right. And I used my free will to decide that it might be a decent idea to do so. Better if more people here can protect themselves rather than becoming targets. You don't need to look too accosted, it's fine.

It's. A racing game.

..! I see. Okay, that would clear things up. I know you've mentioned him before, but I'm not sure you've told me much on how he is. As a person.

Mh, take your time with it. [He doesn't say anything more.] You're the one that said I should give her pointers, remember? Anyway it isn't anything as formal as teaching her. Just making sure she gets enough ability to handle herself.

Then you should be clear.

Something like that, ran a shop in the city I lived. Took on clientele from mage families and clock tower associates on the side. Think this guy here's name was Firgitiel, The Blooddrunk before he got made into a bike. [Another twist of his shoulder, a snap is heard as it echoes out another noise.]

I don't do those, I'm not affiliated with law.

No, it was a gift from my old boss. [He shoves his whole arm in with some kind of tool. Digging in and doing *something* to the vehicle as it lets out a low, agonized sound.] But it did used to be a demon.

You could try, but it wouldn't do any harm in a way that really matters. Like I said, consider yourself anothers. [A pause, tilting his head.] I'm not a teacher.

So that's where it stems from... Well, as long as you also had some I don't really need to hold back too much. [Another bite, not that he was already shying off from the fruits presented. but something does catch his attention, with the skewer in his mouth he asks: ] Rentaro...?

I'll play link, he's got the cool motorcycle.

I'm down for some Mario Kart.

Oh we're just naming ourselves now? 'kay.

Nyagiko.

Sure. You're going to just hold these open at the ridge line— here. [He wedges his hand between a seam along the vehicle, prying it open. The metallic exterior gives way to organic sinew. Jagged teeth line it closer to the middle section.] Right along the edges.

Yeah, sure, I need you to hold open the chest cavity of my devil's ride. Just be careful of the teeth.

Abysmal.

That bike hot as fuck, what did I miss? Are you all done being strange?

Joining the sleeveless compression club?

Yeah, you couldn't hurt me physically if you tried. Tougher stuff than you definitely beat you to that punch. [He doesn't dwell on it.] You should consider others. The world is larger than you, Rory, and I.

And if you need to say something, like a request for instance, now's the time.

Labyrinth tomorrow, I'll be working on my motorcycle if you need me.

Your gentle has broken the bones of others before. You recall that. Right? [Hardly the first time she's thrown him, it even went the same way.]