[color=f7941d][center][h3]S I D[/h3]
[b]Location:[/b] Outside of the Greasy Spoon > Johnny's Hotel Room
[b]Interactions:[/b] [@Jasper19] -Talking with
[@Zyshi][@BlackXIII] - Drive-by Waving!
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Sid immediately found himself filled with mild regret. Why had he asked about why this stranger needed a weapon? Why did he feel the need to butt-in like that? Was it to feel included? A change of pace?! All of that could have been done another time, another place, where weapons weren't involved and he couldn't feel his ancestors rolling in their graves and shaking their heads at him in their obvious disapproval of his actions and choices.

[color=f7941d]"Sure thing."[/color] Without complaint or protest, he slipped on the helmet. It was kind of uncomfortable, as he had never really worn biking helmets. He was a bit shocked though at how kind this stranger just offered. It was suspicious as all hell, but honestly, it sure wasn't the weirdest thing that had ever happened to him during his travels. It was nine-thousand times better than getting approached by a prostitute or someone attempting to mug him; all of which had happened several times in several different places, unfortunately.

Huffing softly, he buckled the borrowed helmet and hopped onto the back of the bike. He wasn't entirely sure where to put his hands, so he made sure his backpack was secure on his back and simply grabbed onto the guy so he was sure he wouldn't go flying head-first if they came to an abrupt halt. As they sped by on the bike, he caught sight of some other people on the street- some homeless looking man and a woman. Without giving it any thought he raised a hand slightly to give them a small wave, but it seems to have gone largely ignored as they zoomed by. The rest of the trip was smooth and easy sailing.

When they got to the hotel, he quickly hopped off the bike and followed the guy into his hotel room. He tugged off the helmet and set it on the cheap dresser all hotel rooms seemed to have, fixing his hair a bit with a small smirk. [color=f7941d]"Nice to meet you, Johnny, my name is Syberus! But you can just call me Sid, its a lot easier to remember."[/color]

Moving to sit down on a small stool, he loosely crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back with a small contemplative look on his face. [color=f7941d]"You tryin' to kill that thing? I mean... I've been here for a few days already. I, uh, have been going around hiking in a lot of different places. I think your therapist picked a bad spot to go, they've had curfew nearly every night I've been here."[/color]