(outside, it's freezing. during days like these, he rode. the snow made for an extra layer of danger, lack of helmet meant that the wind could nearly cut his skin, but it was wonderful back home. here, he tends to take the bike at night. the sound it makes is awfully specific, one can follow the sound to find him at any given time.
the bike is where he is at now, grimacing as he removes his scarf and accessories and shoving it into a bag.)
I'll go to the dressing room in a bit, I'll meet you soon at the springs. Too many layers.
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the bike is where he is at now, grimacing as he removes his scarf and accessories and shoving it into a bag.)
I'll go to the dressing room in a bit, I'll meet you soon at the springs. Too many layers.