[The Black Rider speeds through the streets as usual. She's rounding the corner near the clock tower when the bike suddenly careens out of control, skidding on the icy street. Her landing could have been worse if not for the snow, which halts the motorcycle and cushions Celty's fall. Her watch has fallen, and upon hitting the ground, it's
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[[I believe so. I guess I took that turn too fast.]]
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You're sure you're okay, though?
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[[I'm fine. I've had worse spills than that.
...although...]]
[Celty pauses; she's certain she'd felt something then- otherwise her concentration wouldn't have broken at such a crucial moment. And why was she thinking of him, all of a sudden..?]
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Well, maybe he is. Just a little, which may explain why as she's walking towards her motorcycle she may well notice another figure walking towards her. Temper's hands are in the pockets of his long wool coat, blue eyes watching curiously.] Quite the spill. Have you injured yourself, Celty?
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She freezes, helmeted head giving the impression that she's staring at him. It seems longer than it really is, but she manages to recover herself, shaking her head at the inquiry as she pulls her motorcycle upright.]
(...a-ah, what's he doing here??)
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[He glances towards her motorcycle.] Where are you headed so fast, I wonder. The City isn't going anywhere.
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[[I'm tougher than I look. But I'm glad it wasn't that bad.
I wasn't going anywhere in particular. But with such empty streets, there's no reason -not- to go fast. Usually I don't have a problem with those turns. I probably should have been more careful with the fresh snowfall.]]
[She tries not to fidget.]
[[...so we finally meet in person.]]
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