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[tsundullahan]

I've been learning my way around and I think I've got enough of a handle of Temba's layout to offer my services for transportation. I'm sure people have probably seen me about the city, and I'm just sorry I haven't thought to make mention earlier.

I can't transport very much- I only have a motorcycle, but I can help deliver things or give people a ride if needed. Just let me know.

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[tsundullahan]

[I think only a specific ship will let you board. I'm not sure how that works though, it just seems to know.]

[She then tilts her head.]

[Already? Well, if you want.]

[She's not going to say no- she's the one who offered to give a ride, after all.]

[buildingitsir]

Interesting. I might check it out, but later.

_{[The Agrii's technology was starting to interest him, that was for certain.]}

Yeah. I've never ridden a motorcycle before and it's... fun.

<sub>[And York is thinking she's human, so that's why it feels weird. He's having fun doing something with a human.

But if she takes the long way back to the other side of town, the android won't complain about it too loudly.]</sub>

[tsundullahan]

[Celty's shoulders shake a bit in a silent laugh, but she nods.]

[I'm glad you think so. We can take the scenic route back, then.]

[buildingitsir]

Is there even a scenic route in this fucking city?

_{[There's a smirk as he says that, drawing his hand back from the ship and heading towards where she's parked her bike.]}

You never did tell me what the fuel source is for your motorcycle, by the way.

[tsundullahan]

[True enough, but there were some areas that made for natural ramps and clear enough roads to gun it down towards the lake if she took the westernmost route.]

[You're right, I didn't.]

[She confirmed, flashing the tablet at him before she tucked it away to wheel her motorcycle back from the crates she'd left it beside. She tossed over the helmet.]

[buildingitsir]

I'm guessing since you keep avoiding in answering what it is, you're not going to actively tell me. You could've just said that.

<sub>[Not that he had much room to talk, since his emotions were unregulated as hell, but York just chalked it up to being another emotional quirk of humans. Typical.

He catches the helmet and fits it on easier than the first time. A few alerts were dismissed - specifically one of his energy level getting low again. York could make it home at least, scenic route or not.]</sub>

[tsundullahan]

[Celty settles into position, grasping the handlebars of her bike as she waits for York to get on. At least she won't have to tell him to hold on, and once he's ready, she'll push off and maneuver for the hangar's exit.]

[buildingitsir]

<sub>[York climbs on with better ease this time around, and finds his seating faster. Quick learner. Perks of being an android it seems. His feet get into place and arms link around her midsection again. He waits for rush of wind to answer to the speed, all tense against her spine.

It sent a thrill to his system, even as he held on tight to her. Going fast wasn't a thing for him, not like this. And in the snowy city landscape he had been pulled from, motorcycles really weren't out.

Maybe the fuel source didn't really matter.]</sub>