In a surprisingly busy trade city of husked-out buildings, dusty, laughing children, and pickpockets, a younger you shells over every last coin to your name to an oil-streaked man with grease and sand in his hair. It's for a motorcycle in the bed of his truck, beat to shit but gleaming black and bronze in the double suns. That's what caught your eye, at first, that shine. You really, really need this motorcycle—and more than that, you want it. So you're willing to pay. And it isn't like you're broke; just... skirting it.
The barter, at least, isn't hard. He names a price you can't tell as a steal or a gyp, but you fork the double dollars over anyway and figure you can always write it off as a bad deal if things go south. You need the bike, and you've mooched rooms off inkeepers before.
"You really saved my ass, pal," you say as he rolls it from the bed.
"Sure beats walking," he admits.
Sure does.
You sling the cross from your shoulder and let it down into the sidecar. Grin at him like there's a joke he ain't in on, the way his brows rise at the sink of the bike beneath the weight.
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#3. BUYING ANGELINA
canon equivalent: none. headcanon.
In a surprisingly busy trade city of husked-out buildings, dusty, laughing children, and pickpockets, a younger you shells over every last coin to your name to an oil-streaked man with grease and sand in his hair. It's for a motorcycle in the bed of his truck, beat to shit but gleaming black and bronze in the double suns. That's what caught your eye, at first, that shine. You really, really need this motorcycle—and more than that, you want it. So you're willing to pay. And it isn't like you're broke; just... skirting it.
The barter, at least, isn't hard. He names a price you can't tell as a steal or a gyp, but you fork the double dollars over anyway and figure you can always write it off as a bad deal if things go south. You need the bike, and you've mooched rooms off inkeepers before.
"You really saved my ass, pal," you say as he rolls it from the bed.
"Sure beats walking," he admits.
Sure does.
You sling the cross from your shoulder and let it down into the sidecar. Grin at him like there's a joke he ain't in on, the way his brows rise at the sink of the bike beneath the weight.
"Think I'll call her Angelina."
au variances:
• none.
in sum:
• motorcycles♥