Riverpaw thought for a moment, standing up after Belle and putting Tsunami on the floor. "M-more bandages. I think the ones I used t-to patch up Meun were the last ones in my kit. A-and…painkillers, maybe…" She mumbled the last part half-mindedly, going off into her head to think of what else she may need.
"All right. Gotcha," Belle said, flicking her hair over her shoulder to keep it out of her face. "Let's bounce, then. Later, boys."
Riverpaw snapped out of her thoughts, turning back and waving. "Bye, guys!"
(My friend got me to watch Barely Lethal… It's kinda predictable so far. I guessed so much of it that my friend was just like, "Uh-huh… Uh-huh… Yup… Basically.")
Belle drew her keys out of her pocket as she walked out to her bike. She hopped on, then pulled her helmet over her head as she waited for Riv to join her.
(what even is that show? I think I've heard if it once)
Riverpaw climbed onto the back of the bike, letting Tsunami jump up onto her lap, and she strapped her helmet on. She held onto Tsunami and wrapped the other arm around Belle. "Okay, w-we're good."
(It's a movie about a girl who grew up trained to be a spy/assassin. She sneaks away and goes to high school.)
"Don't fall off," Belle half-joked, revving her engine before starting toward the pharmacy.
Aspen went to the race track “I see you finally made it Shadow.” Her rival called “well unlike you I have a life Claw.” She sneered. She fixed her (idk what it’s called) and made sure it wouldn’t fall off her face. Revving her engine, she smirked “what you scared?” He glared “yeah right, let’s go asshile, I’ve got a lot resting on this little race.” She smirked and went to the starting line
(Ooo neat, sounds like my kind of movie. Also I gtg to bed now, so byeee)
(Lol. It's pretty interesting…
All right. Night!)
August turned to Meun. "So… Do you want to go to the party? We can also just head back to my motel room,"
“I don’t mind either way. Though it would probably be good to get my things somewhere a bit safer,” Meun said before taking a sip of his milkshake
(My brain isn't working at the moment, what does he mean by "things"?)
(He has all his personal things on his bike since he got kicked out)
(Oh, that's makes a lot more sense)
"Okay then." August said, giving him a small smile. "We can stop at the gas station to get your stuff and then go to the motel, if you've finished eating."
“That would be nice,” Meun said, nodding as he gave August a small smile. He quickly finished the rest of his food before moving to get up
August got up after him and started to walk towards the doors. He moved to his bike and slid his helmet on before tossing one at Meun. "Does your head feel any better?"
Meun nodded. “Definitely doesn’t hurt as much. I had the worst headache from it earlier.”
August got onto his bike, gesturing for Meun to do the same. "I have advil back at my room if you need it,"
“It’s okay, I’m good,” Meun assured him. He got on the bike as well, wrapping his arms safely around August
August swallowed and tried to keep down his blush, even though Meun probably wouldn't be able to see it. He pulled onto the road, practically racing the wind with how fast he was going. He pulled up outside the gas station. "Go and grab your stuff, I'll wait here for you."
(gaaaayy
I'm sorry)
Meun nodded and walked inside. He returned a moment later with only two or three small bags of things
(gaaaayy
I'm sorry)
(Oh my gosh.)
August stood up and lifted the seat of his bike. He put one of the bags in there. "Can you carry the other two?" He asked, sitting back down. "I don't have enough room to put all three under the seat."
(gaaaayy
I'm sorry)
(Oh my gosh.)
(It can't really be denied though)
(Lol yeah)
Meun nodded. “Yeah, I can hold them, he said before getting into the bike again. He had to adjust himself a bit so he could hold the bags and wrap his arms around August’s waist
August desperately hoped that Meun couldn't feel his erratic heartbeat. He started the bike and pulled back onto the road again. Soon enough, (mostly because August's creator can't be bothered to write them on the road) the two reached a motel. August pulled up in front of one of the rooms. He took out his room key from one of his pockets.
(mostly because August's creator can't be bothered to write them on the road)
(Same, tho. Lol.)
(Lol)
Meun got off the bike, taking a moment to take his helmet off before collecting his things and walking to the door with August
August internally winced when he opened the door. He had rented the room out for a month, like he had last month as well. His clothes were thrown haphazardly all over the room, and papers, photos, and newspapers were tacked to the walls. He dropped his room key on the the bedside table and kicked off his shoes. "Sorry about the mess," he muttered as he picked up his clothes and shoved them into a suitcase.