[She smiles when she gets the text. Polite and perfect, just like she expected. Maybe moreso! She responds with a suggested time as well as a request for his address.]
[When the time comes, there's a tell-tale roar of a motorcycle approaching fast. She rolls up on the custom motorbike that Smoker made for her, which she hand painted with her signature colors of yellow and black. Pulling up to the curb, she lets the engine idle as she sits back on the seat with a creak of leather.]
Yo~!
[Flicking her shades down, Yang grins at her passenger and holds out a second helmet for him.]
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[When the time comes, there's a tell-tale roar of a motorcycle approaching fast. She rolls up on the custom motorbike that Smoker made for her, which she hand painted with her signature colors of yellow and black. Pulling up to the curb, she lets the engine idle as she sits back on the seat with a creak of leather.]
Yo~!
[Flicking her shades down, Yang grins at her passenger and holds out a second helmet for him.]
Ever ride a motorcycle before?