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[howling_laugh]

The front door opens to reveal a rather dusty looking angel, and an oil and grime-streaked trickster. They are bickering amiably about handlebars, or perhaps storage compartments, or even tailpipes. All three have been discussed already today, probably more than once

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[un_fallen]

"I'm not saying it has to be big enough for a whole lot of stuff to go in there," he's insisting, complete with helpful illustrative gestures.

"Just long. Would be good."

[howling_laugh]

"And I say to you, dear, you don't need to compensate for anything."

Maybe they're talking about different things?

[un_fallen]

Okay, he walked into that one.

"For the - oh, never mind," he says, glancing over to see the smirk beginning to make an appearance on her face.

[howling_laugh]

Coyote uses this opportunity to sneak her feet into his lap for good. Muhuahahaha.

"No, no, do go on. Are we talking cruiser, or just being sneaky with some extra storage?"

[un_fallen]

"I don't think we need to go that far. Sneaky if you can, but if not, I'll figure something out."

He eyes the dirty feet in his lap grimly. Though as far as apparent cleanliness goes, he doesn't really have a leg to stand on.

[howling_laugh]

If he wanted to keep that coat of his pristine, he shouldn't have worn it into the bar at all, much less in her garage. Even if he was mostly watching her work (and leaning against things).

She dares him silently to say something about it.

"There are ways to add extra storage, but you would of course sacrifice some speed." Air resistance, you know!

[un_fallen]

"Then forget it," he says immediately. "I want it to do what yours does, and we can't be sacrificing speed if that's the goal, can we?" He grins, but he's looking at the fire.

"It'll hold marshmallows and a couple bottles, right?."

[howling_laugh]

"Certainly that. Do not give up all hope yet, Raguel. I am making this as a custom order, after all. And I would not want a dissatisfied customer."

Mwhahaha.

[un_fallen]

"No. I'd bet you haven't been in business long enough to have even one. And you know, really, you don't-- well."

But they're far beyond the point of 'you don't have to.' It's ground they've covered, anyhow.

"Thanks for doing this."

[howling_laugh]

She scoots up enough to seriously encroach on his personal space. And maybe scruffle his hair a little.

"My motives were not entirely generous, I confess."

[un_fallen]

He snorts and tries to duck, but he's in no position to move far. He's used to having his hair scruffled by now, of course, but that doesn't mean he's learned to like it. Still, better her than Raven.

"But you're such a selfless person."

[howling_laugh]

Hey, she'll try and put it back into place eventually. This has everything to do with her love of orderliness and nothing at all to do with getting to run fingers through his hair. Of course.

"I am pleased to hear you say so," she says, dry. "But you have a terrible poker face."

[un_fallen]

"Guess I'd better start to learn some social skills, then."

Her fingers in his hair does feel pretty good. Getting him to admit it aloud, on the other hand...

[howling_laugh]

"Pffft, don't bother," Coyote says. "I have always found them to be highly overrated."

She lets his hair alone for now, and takes a pull of her beer.

"Where will you go first, when I am finished?"

[un_fallen]

He looks at her askance; surely she knows the answer to this one.

"The desert. I can open it up out there, not have to worry about hitting someone."

Or about seeing something and having to stop.

[howling_laugh]

"Off-roading?" Coyote asks, totally innocent. "How rebellious of you!"