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Who: Kiryu

amnotaweasel
Where: abandoned motel that is "home"
When: sometime on May 26th?
Summary: Person-who-knows-Saitou-from-home? Meet person-who-is-Saitou's-best-friend. ^_^
Warnings: TBA
Format: Whatever

Kiryu tucks the comm into his pocket and heads down to ground level to wait. He makes sure to switch forms first; being dead wasn't really something he wanted to explain to this girl the first time they met.

Alastair on the other hand...he might stay looking normal for him.

Kiryu leans up against the side of the building, making sure he can easily drae his katana. While he was out here, no one who sulked around would come out and bother them, probably, but it was good to have assurance in any case. They definitely wouldn't bother them while he looked ready to fight.

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The subway is confusing, and the roads are just as confusing, and it's all about as weird as the non-Euclidean universes she was pulled through just to get here.

She does make it. Eventually. She's cautious as she wanders closer to the hotel. She raises an arm, waves it in a gesture that's just a little more controlled than usual.

"Would you be Kiryu?"

Kiryu waves back, hiding his surprise at how young she looked. He wasn't expecting an adult, not from how her voice sounded, but he hadn't expected a kid either.

"Yep, that's me. Although you can call me Kyosuke. I'd prefer that. You're Makimatchi-san?"

"Go ahead and call me Misao," she says, hands waving in a dismissive gesture. "I don't stand on formality."

She darts just a little closer, braid thumping up against her knees as she goes. She tilts her head as she avoids the loitering types.

He laughs a little, nodding. "Sure."

He stretches and pushes away from the wall. "So, you wanna get a tour of the City? It's pretty big, so I wouldn't be able to show you everything but I could show you a lot of it."

She looks back at the City, tilting her head again. That braid slides along her back.

Misao's voice is purely curious as she asks, "How would you show me?"

Kiryu frowns a little in thought. "Did you have bikes yet?"

Blink. Blink blink. Blank stare.

When she figures out that an answer might be appreciated, she says, "Did we have what?"

He smiles a little. "Guess not. C'mon."

He gestures for her to follow and heads inside to lead her through to the other side of the building.

Misao follows him, wondering what a bike is. Is it a way to get around, loud and strange and awful like the trains? Is it like a jinrikisha?

And what kind of word is bike, anyway, she wonders. English? It certainly isn't Japanese.

Well, she might like it a little better than the trains, but who could know for sure. It could certainly get loud at times.

Kiryu leads her out to the back of the motel, where he usually keeps his motorbike parked. He gestures at it proudly; it used to be a police-issue motorcycle, but he's repainted it indigo and orange and modified it a little since he stole it.

"That is a motorbike. It's...hard to explain exactly what it's like without riding it, but it can get us around without having to walk or take the subway."

She stares at the motorcycle for several long moments, possibly stretching into several long minutes. Misao has never seen anything like it.

After the staring wears thin--such strange colors, too--she drifts toward it.

"You're telling me you ride that? How does it go anywhere?"

Kiryu walks over to his bike to inspect it and make sure nothing's happened to it.

"It has a engine," he says, patting the seat. "And the engine moves the wheels, like in a train, only on a much smaller scale."

"So it's like a really, really tiny train?"

Misao peers at it from multiple angles, then taps the throttle with her index finger, intrigued by the rubber.

"Where does it keep its coal?"

He laughs a little. "Yeah, you could think of it that way."

He looks confused for a moment before shaking his head with another soft laugh. "It uses gasoline," he says, gesturing at the gas tank. "That's...similar to coal, but it's liquid."

She doesn't understand at all. For a moment she nods as if she does, because she thinks maybe she might get it if she lets it sink in, but at last she gives a little sigh and a shrug. "That's not making much more sense," she says, "but I guess it doesn't have to."

She runs a finger along the handlebars, still struck by the look and feel of the bike. "So, where did you want to go?"

"It makes more sense when you actually ride it."

He picks up his helmet and straddles the bike, looking thoughtful. "I was thinking we could go by Ryoko's, so you know where that is, and maybe a couple of the grocery stores, and then a surprise."

She watches him straddle the bike and blinks.

"Uh, that sounds all right to me," she says. "I don't really know my way around at all."

Honestly, she's probably going to get lost even while Kiryu is giving her a tour.

Well, he can try, at least. That's all Saitou asked of him, anyway.

He holds the helmet out to her. "Put this on and get on behind me. and hold on to me. As tight as you want; I don't care unless you fall off."

Misao takes the helmet and settles it over her head. Her movements are slightly awkward, as if she's unsure of what she's doing. After that, she slips onto the bike behind him and, even more awkwardly, wraps her arms around Kiryu.

It's weird, to be holding onto somebody she doesn't know at all. Kyoto would, she thinks and cuts herself off. She's not in Kyoto right now.

"Make sure you're holding on!" Kiryu says, before he revs the engine and starts off toward the street. He makes sure he's not going too fast or moving too abruptly, since this is her first time on a bike and he really doesn't want her to fall off.

Misao starts out holding on tightly to him, but at the sudden noise of the engine--which hurts her ears, Oniwaban sensitivity as usual proving more curse than blessing--she squeaks and holds on even tighter.

The movements aren't too abrupt, thankfully. She finds herself somewhere between electrified and terrified. It won't be long before her expression curls into a smile underneath that helmet.

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SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. WAS DOING HOUSEWORK.

^_^ nah, it's okay.

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alksjfasd late

ahahaha no prob

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