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[satisfiedsigner]

Who: Kiryu satisfiedsigner  and Misao 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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[satisfiedsigner]

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."

[amnotaweasel.livejournal.com]

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.

[satisfiedsigner]

"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.

[amnotaweasel.livejournal.com]

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.