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Don't worry about it :) Hope you feel better!

🍜 have some "feel better" soup

You're a good person, despite the sociopath part of your name.
I'll respond later, guys. Work kicked my ass today
"a brooding pretty boy?"
You think Lucca is a brooding pretty boy? I'm offended. He's not just a brooding pretty boy.
He's a pretty, brooding cheetah shifter boy.
"Alright, lass!" Lucca says as he turns his bike towards the car. "Follow me, aye? I've a feeling I can see the path for you."

There was a strange sort of beauty in watching all of those drones fall out of the sky. It reminded him of this movie he had watched once, an apocalyptic sort of one, and there had been flaming rocks that fell down in slow motion in one of the scenes, and it had been beautiful in a devastating way.

And as bullets whizzed past them, Lucca grimaced as one caught him in the ribs. Unfortunately, it didn't come out of the other side, and he took a moment to take off his shirt and dig it out with his claws, flinging the bullet to the pavement. He snarled a gaelic curse and wiped his blood on his black jeans. If he got shot again, it wouldn't matter as long as they didn't hit anything vital and he could find someplace where he could heal for an hour or two.

He'd go back to the hotel for his body armor, later. Right now, though, he twisted the throttle on his bike and began to speed off, hoping that the car full of people would follow. He zigged and zagged in order to be a harder target to shoot at.

But fuck he just got shot again, the bullet catching his ear and part of his cheek, but thankfully it didn't get lodged in his face. He shook his head, and his longish black hair got stuck in the blood. He raced down the bridge.

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(Sorry it's so short.)
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Lucca was impressed by the bombs that Marco threw and and stopped when Marco pointed out his friends. He stayed on his bike, however, not seeing any need for him in the fray just yet. Looks like the girl was dragging a heavy-ass drone, though for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why. Sure, it looked high tech and way badass, but really? Did she really need it?

After seeing what she'd already done to her foes, Lucca doubted it. He whistled in apreciation when the cars behind them blew up, grinning at the giant plume of smoke they made. He shook his head, and would have joined them in beating things and people up, but they looked like they had it all under control. He figured he'd just stay here until shit went sideways and they all had to make a run for their lives.
An APC? You have got to be kidding. Lucca was grateful he decided to wear his leather jacket today-it would make it easier for his female passenger to hold onto him as he took sharp corners, shortcuts, and occaisonally raising the hovering part of the bike higher to avoid injuring the samller races that drove in equally small vehicles.

Lucca cursed again, yelling "No shit, lass," at the direction to not go straight. "You fecking think I'm new to this?" he yelled over the wind of their passage. "I've been doin this fer seven years!"

The bridge came up pretty soon and Lucca yelled over his shoulder at Marco.

"I hope ye have another vehicle stashed somewhere! My bike can't hold any more passengers."
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Bonus: She might be able to piece together that they're headed after Ana if she heard their conversation. Marco just told Lucca he was headed for "the girl that was just on TV"

Why you guys gotta beat up on my poor cheetah? All he's done so far is try to help Anya, and now he's helping them escape.
Lucca is not in any mood to stay and fight a bunch of chuckleheads and having the possibility of either Marco or Anya stealing his bike while he does that.
Hell. To the. Feck. No.
Lucca wanted to bash his own head in as he listened to the blond haired male's reason for attempting to steal his bike. He scented a bit of a lie in there somewhere, but the brunt of it rang true. At this point in time, He fucking hated his life. Today was most certainly not his day.

"Feck it, get on the bike, boyo," he growled. "Yer riding behind me. Doona play anything funny, aye?" Then he turned his head as a motion in his peripheral vision caught his attention.

Ohhh, fuck me, Lucca thought as the girl from earlier launched herself at him and the other dude. He was knocked back, crashing into his motorcycle, still fisting the blond guy's shirt as all three of them, including the bike were knocked out if the way of a goddamn gigantic tank-like thing that was barreling down the street.

"Fucking hate my life," followed by Gaelic curses could be distinctly heard as the dark haired cheetah in human skin landed on his bike. He took a moment to groan in pain, then picked both Marco and Anya up. He set his bike to rights, set both on them on it behind him and twisted the key, igniting the engine.

"Hold tight ye two," he told them. "Shit's about tae get real fecking chaotic," he added.

Today is not my day.

He growled again as all three of them nimbly avoided the tank and obvious bad guys, taking sharp curves and rearing the front hover end of the bike up to avoid another car at one point, both actions nearly knocking the extra two passengers off.

"Ye better have directions, boyo," the Celt shouted. "And ye better give em tae me right fecking now!"

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Go ahead and read my post, now. That should work, aye?
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