Parking Lot at the End of the Causeway, Saturday Afternoon
You could accuse Katchoo of trying to look the part, what with the leather jacket and cigarette dangling out of the corner of her mouth to go with the new boots, except that she'd had the jacket forever and the cigarette was pretty much an accessory for her.
She'd argue that all of those things went well with the rented motorcycle she was surveying now.
"Still can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered, picking up one of the helmets (she hadn't been able to get a pink one for Arthur, sadly) and trying it on.
Teaching Arthur how to ride a motorcycle. Yeah, this was gonna go great.
[OOC: For that prince guy, and a roomiebffpersonthing and wizard should they want to ogle watch ogle. Also some SP.]
She'd argue that all of those things went well with the rented motorcycle she was surveying now.
"Still can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered, picking up one of the helmets (she hadn't been able to get a pink one for Arthur, sadly) and trying it on.
Teaching Arthur how to ride a motorcycle. Yeah, this was gonna go great.
[OOC: For that prince guy, and a roomiebffpersonthing and wizard should they want to ogle watch ogle. Also some SP.]