06 || Action
[Something suspiciously like the sound of a baseball card in the spokes of a 10-speed bike can be heard in the distance. The noise increasing as the rider nears his destination, streamers in black and grey trailing from the handlebars, a fiery paint-job streaking up the bicycle's black body. Everything about the machine screams edgy and bad to the bone (if you were still ten years old...). The tires squeal as he pulls up to the house, leaving black streaks along the pavement before kicking down the metal stand. He flips up his visored sunglasses, a disinterested smirk on his lips as he saunters over to the door, giving it a few heavy knocks before leaning in the doorway.]
Badou! Get your fine ass out here before I leave without it!
[ooc: open to any in Badou's house? Feel free to answer the door, shake your head disapprovingly at Badou's terrible rebel of a boyfriend, or just ignore him and maybe he'll go away. :| maybe. ]
Badou! Get your fine ass out here before I leave without it!
[ooc: open to any in Badou's house? Feel free to answer the door, shake your head disapprovingly at Badou's terrible rebel of a boyfriend, or just ignore him and maybe he'll go away. :| maybe. ]