[Private Thread]
Who: Larxene, Yuffie
What: Ripping up the streets of China Town on Larxene's motorcycle.
Where: China Town
When: ten, tonight
Warnings: Language, maybe.
Ten o'clock rolled around slowly, slower than usual, Larxene noted. She had been waiting for this the past few days, having finally tuned up her bike and ready to try it out. It was all so perfect - China Town's streets were quiet, the patrol was small that night, the weather - as always - was balmy, but with a slight wind, and her bike was cleaned, filled, and ready to go. She couldn't wait to hear the purr of the engine...
Larxene fidgeted with the wrist-cuffs of her light black jacket, snapping and unsnapping them as she eyed the pair of helmets sitting on the bike in front of her. She didn't really know this Yuffie girl very well, but they shared a common trait: easily bored. That Larxene could sympathize with. That was probably why she mentioned her bike in the first place...
With a sigh of impatience - although really, it was only a few minutes past when they said they would meet - Larxene leaned against the bike gently, running a hand across the glossy yellow surface and soft leather. If anything, she'd try to give this girl the ride of her life.
What: Ripping up the streets of China Town on Larxene's motorcycle.
Where: China Town
When: ten, tonight
Warnings: Language, maybe.
Ten o'clock rolled around slowly, slower than usual, Larxene noted. She had been waiting for this the past few days, having finally tuned up her bike and ready to try it out. It was all so perfect - China Town's streets were quiet, the patrol was small that night, the weather - as always - was balmy, but with a slight wind, and her bike was cleaned, filled, and ready to go. She couldn't wait to hear the purr of the engine...
Larxene fidgeted with the wrist-cuffs of her light black jacket, snapping and unsnapping them as she eyed the pair of helmets sitting on the bike in front of her. She didn't really know this Yuffie girl very well, but they shared a common trait: easily bored. That Larxene could sympathize with. That was probably why she mentioned her bike in the first place...
With a sigh of impatience - although really, it was only a few minutes past when they said they would meet - Larxene leaned against the bike gently, running a hand across the glossy yellow surface and soft leather. If anything, she'd try to give this girl the ride of her life.