they're pretty damn good.
just rushing through though... So he doesn't have to worry.
wouldn't be too happy knowing she was there...
could give a damn anymore.
just hopes she doesn't run into him... literally.
can ride a bike. ~__~ The only time he should be worried is if she's behind the wheel of a car.
she never, ever drives in his country then.
. Just to spite him. And is thinking about running him down with her teal bike, but that would mess up the frame. :/
isn't. She's more than allowed to be angry with him.
- And for the record, caring about your bicycle is most certainly /not/ childish.
caring for a bike is childish. And he doesn't see why she's angry.
knew he wouldn't. Whatever.
just rolls his eyes as he went shopping in the city centre.
isn't really paying attention so she doesn't see him as she rides past him. She's listening to music.
might have not noticed her as he was walking across a street... and got hit by her.
didn't even see him! She falls off her bike when she hits him. Not that she was even going very fast to begin with, but still.
((Oh come on, I gotta make fun of their drivin'. 8D Also, go to hell fire alarms. Or people, learn how to cook. ))
thrown back a bit but stood his ground, huffing. For some reason tourists love to hit him...
would love to hit him with something right now. She sits up, glancing at her knees. Ow... They were scraped up pretty back. "Thanks a lot."
((Ugh. Someone burnt somethin' and made the alarms go off.. and I could smell it. So for safety I just shoved my laptop in my bag and left))
rubs his side. "You should have looked where you were going."
- "You should have looked where you were going." She shakes her head and picks up her bike before walking it away. Her knees hurt. v.v
((... Ned really is a dick. ))
rolls his eyes. "Follow me." He walked in front of her, still rubbing his side.
stops for a moment. "No." She says simply, but she keeps walking behind because.. this was the direction she'd been walking in.
isn't following him. When they come to a fork in the street she goes in the opposite direction of him.
turns and grabs her arm, pulling her along.
almost drops the bike. "H-hey! Let me go." BT
"You can't walk home like that."
- "So?" She yanks her arm free.
"You need your knees cleaned up."
- "I can do it at home. You don't need to do me any favors, Nikolaas."
"People will think you've been giving blow jobs."
glares at him. "Then let them. Maybe I have. Why hide it?" She shakes her head and keeps walking away.
stops and twitches as he turned to glare at her.
her back turned to him anyway.
"There's a little first aid booth here. At least clean them off."
- "No." She keeps walking. She was angry at him for being so cruel.
just grabs her and brings her over to it.
let's go of her bike and tries to pull away from him. "I'll scream for help." :/
scowls. She knew she wouldn't.
smirks and placed her down on the bench beside the area and got a clean cloth.
stubbornly refuses to look at him.
crouches in front of her and cleans off her knees.
finished up then put some bandages on them.
idly playing with the end of her skirt. "Am I free to go now, sir?" She murmurs sarcastically.
gets up and walks over to her bike, blushing a little in irritation and.. something else. She picks up her bike and glances over her -
-shoulder at him. "Thanks."
nods and cleans off his hands before throwing out the trash.
- "Sorry about running into you." She says before climbing onto her bike again.
rolls her eyes a little and rides off.
sighs and goes shopping again.