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Crash didn't catch on to just how happy Kathy was as his text came through, he was inwardly hoping she really meant her last comment...he'd already begun dedicating her digits to memory. He did however catch her surprise at hearing that he owned a motorbike, his smile shrunk back when he realised his justifications had caused the color to drain from her face. 

Glancing off to the right he reached up to rub the back of neck [color=red]"Actually I had one before...I didn't bring it with me when I came here. Mercy had it taken over to England for safe keeping. It's...sentimental. So I left it over there and got another one to travel on"[/color] he admitted, peering back at her. 

[color=red]"As for my reasoning...I like bikes"[/color] He shrugged [color=red]"I like looking at them, repairing them and riding them"[/color] With that said he chewed the inside of his mouth and looked down at his shoes. [color=red]"It's okay if you don't approve, I'd understand why"[/color] He assured her, his smile returned but it was tighter than usual. Somewhat strained. 
[color=red]"How did you get around when you travelled?"[/color]

He hadn't expected the walk to her dorm room to be as short as it was...though he only realised this once they were stood outside. He glanced at the door as disappointment settled in the pit of his stomach flitting through a plethora of ways to stall for time. Unfortunately nothing seemed to stick, if anything the ideas were becoming increasingly absurd...[color=firebrick][i]'Wait, you can't go in there yet...in case the flying monkeys haven't finished cleaning...they can get real nasty if they're disturbed'[/i][/color] not to mention ridiculous. 

Puffing out his cheeks Crash opened his mouth to say something, cutting himself off as Kathy spoke first, he nodded his head and planted the most enthusiastic smile he could muster on his face. It gave way to surprise as Kathy reached out towards him, a simple brush of her fingertips and his face started to heat up again. [color=red]"Y-you're welcome"[/color] He stuttered out as she turned away and hurried inside. 

His hand shot up to rub the back of his neck as he took a moment to gather himself, which took him all of a second before his smile returned and he [i]calmly[/i] walked away from her door...[color=firebrick][i]'I should have said it then'[/i][/color] He thought to himself glumly. He'd wanted to say it. But he'd missed his chance to. 

Whilst he tried to remember his way back, he absently tugged his phone back out of his pocket to read Kathy's message. [color=firebrick][i]'Outside the ballroom?'[/i][/color] He mused, rubbing his head as he rounded the corner [color=firebrick][i]'The party...the party!'[/i][/color] Instinctively he slapped his hand to his head...stupidly using the one holding his phone. 

[color=red]"Ow! Ah! Granny-Norma-that-hurt!"[/color] he exclaimed, peeling the screen off of his forehead and rubbing at the red mark it had left. Giving the phone his best Why-I-Oughta' glare, a sent message flashed across the screen. 

[color=red]"Huh? Say what now?"[/color] Continuing on down the hall, Crash clicked back to see what had happened and almost choked on the air. 

His forehead slap had sent Kathy a ';)' face as a response to her text...blinking down at the screen, he debated whether to quickly send her another text or not [color=firebrick][i]'How would that even work?!...hey, funny story, I slapped my forehead with my phone and it sent you that'[/i][/color] 

He bit his lip and turned back the way he'd come, then back the way he was going unsure whether he should go back and explain what had happened or wait until he met her outside the ballroom.

Crash held his phone at arms length, deflated with a drawn out sigh and ran a hand down his face, [color=firebrick][i]'Okay, you're overreacting...'[/i][/color]  

[color=red]"...It's just an emoji"[/color] He told himself, standing straight he glanced around him to make sure nobody had seen his outburst before he continued on down the corridor.



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