[i]I think that might be mine...[/i]

It was a little fuzzy, but that stain [i]was[/i] near where he remembered fighting. But he also didn't remember losing that much blood. Pepsi, maybe? There was evidence of fighting all over the square, even though the cop had done a good job cleaning up. It was little shit that you could see if you'd been there. New cracks where improvised mortars had hit. Damaged walls where pizzas had overshot their target. There was a collection of dents in concrete like craters, the spots robots had been hammered into the pavement by Daisuke's hand... Or, [i]his[/i]. 

I am thou, thou art me, all that bullshit.

The scene started to get his blood pumping again, like a lingering rush. Memories so fresh they were happening all over again. 

His reverie got interrupted when his head was pulled up, and his passenger shifted on his back. He continued the motion, craning his head far enough back to meet her gaze. The angle just barely worked, any less and he wouldn't have seen her, any more and... Well, he wouldn't have seen her. Green met brown and the delinquent's eyebrows arched up a little at the atlas comment, and even more at the 'main four (directions)'.

Such a strange girl. 

Still, she wasn't wrong. He'd figured out an alternate route before they stopped, but he'd have just gone right through. Tape didn't block the sidewalk that great. And it was tape. He'd be through and away before the cops even caught on. Buuuut... Well, a quick glance at the other bike made him reconsider. New guy looked like he wanted to die, and Hitomi was crazy as usual. That bike was [i]not[/i] sized for her. So he pushed off, picking up speed and heading south a block to circle around and keep heading for Sasori's office.

Kimiko's shift was actually pretty helpful, even if he neck didn't appreciate it. Moviin' her center of gravity up helped him balance the back, settled her mass center on his shoulders. He leaned forward a liiiittle more, putting on a little more speed to compensate for the detour. He [i]wanted[/i] to open right up, hit top speed and get there in a minute. Making Kimiko hang on tighter seemed like a pretty funny idea.

But again. Other bike.

Speaking of, he caught Hitomi's eyes pointed their way and met them with a little eye roll. If Kimiko was a strange girl, [i]she[/i] was bizarre. The people he chose to surround himself with. She seemed to think a little better of Plan A, though Plan B was to eye [i]him[/i]. The absurdity was worth a chuckle.

"We're almost there, kids. Kazou, try not to freak. Not what I feel like handling today."

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