"Mmm..." Miro pondered, trying to strain the gears on his mind hard. In the end, maybe it was because of the pain, the tiredness or the concussion he partially gave up on thinking too hard about the fact. "Well, for all I know it could've been a lure. Set up a fake girl disposal operation and treat it like if it was the real thing for the most part, and see what comes out from beating out the bushes." The young man sighed, tilting his head so slightly. His hands then nursed his head so slightly, as he heard Lyn talking somewhat again, before getting a fit of coughing.

"Actually, you really shouldn't do it, with such throat wounds. I hate to be the nagging responsible older brother...oh who I am kidding. I nearly died today too. I could use a drink aswell." Miro sighed, as he got up from the bed. "Just don't push yourself too much." The martial artist then snapped his fingers.

"I know of a place. Guy's a bit shady, but he's trustworthy. He actually has more than a few things he rather won't declare, so, if a bunch of underage girls went there, I doubt he would make much of a fuss about it." He smirked. "Let me grab my keys and wallet, and I'll guide you there."

It was then when Miro realized something, as he tilted his head. "It might get a little cramped, even if my motorbike is big. So, get um, some helmets and don't think of it too hard." The young man said as he got ready in his usual gear, having secured a rather private corner to change aswell. Who said that only girls needed privacy?

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The travel back was certainly rather tedious. Dodging the same streets as he deftly picked up the pace, being careful not to make very sudden turns as Lyn had damaged her neck, he made his way into his destination. He tried not to think too hard of the implications of what was pressing against him in the back.  He stopped in the same parking lot as he found the ruinous car of Adrian's.

[i]Jesus, man, get a new one.[/i] He pondered, indicating both girls to climb down the bike as he did the same.

"Well, here we are. Let me get in first." Miro said, removing his helmet. "Hey, Adrian, you got some cold beer for three people?" Miro said without paying much attention. It was then when he noticed that 'Adrian' had some waitress clothes, long hair... and had magically grown breasts and an hourglass figure.

"Woah...I think I hit my head harder than I thought." Miro said, fully realizing the implications now. "Where's the...uh...boss...Joslyn???" Miro finally gasped.