((ooc: that's fine! aaand it's my turn to say sorry, oops hiatus))
[ Caster leans in to read the reply the moment she starts to write . A force of habit, thanks to living with Ginia for so long ]
Shooter? Your motorcycle? [ It is no ordinary bike, but to think it was capable of looking for people in need? Interesting. Of course machine commanded by a being like Celty must have some secrets. Perhaps it's not even a machine at all, who knows? ] Now I kind of want to see that.
[ His imagination provides him with a picture of riderless bike moving towards someone in need and then vrooming angrily as way to communicate ]
no subject
[ Caster leans in to read the reply the moment she starts to write . A force of habit, thanks to living with Ginia for so long ]
Shooter? Your motorcycle? [ It is no ordinary bike, but to think it was capable of looking for people in need? Interesting. Of course machine commanded by a being like Celty must have some secrets. Perhaps it's not even a machine at all, who knows? ] Now I kind of want to see that.
[ His imagination provides him with a picture of riderless bike moving towards someone in need and then vrooming angrily as way to communicate ]
I mean, if he- [ Or she? ] -needs assistance.