The Parking Lot, Wednesday Afternoon
Roadtrip time next week. It was an exciting prospect, but it did mean one thing: Dante leaving his bike behind on Fandom for a while, so they could rent a car that would (hopefully) not inspire Anders to vomit.
So... he was giving it a little quality time. It'd earned it. And the dust and the mud that'd settled on it over the past week? Dante couldn't let that slide. And...
... okay, cleaning the damn thing was therapeutic, too. With all the Kathy shit and everything of the past few weeks, Dante needed something to channel himself into. He kneeled down by the side of the bike, patted it on the side-panel, and dragged the rag over it again. "Sometimes life's easier when it's just you and me," he told it softly, lovingly.
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So... he was giving it a little quality time. It'd earned it. And the dust and the mud that'd settled on it over the past week? Dante couldn't let that slide. And...
... okay, cleaning the damn thing was therapeutic, too. With all the Kathy shit and everything of the past few weeks, Dante needed something to channel himself into. He kneeled down by the side of the bike, patted it on the side-panel, and dragged the rag over it again. "Sometimes life's easier when it's just you and me," he told it softly, lovingly.
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