Famine chuckled quietly, grinning again. "Not picky, are you?" He waited for Pollution to sit, then turned to rev the engine, pulling the motorcycle out into the street again.
He drove in silence for a few minutes, distantly observing the unfamiliar sensation of not being the only person on his bike; he hadn't had a passenger for quite some time. Pestilence had hopped a ride a few times back in the day, and War had sometimes ridden along during their tours of third-world countries, although she had always preferred her own bike. But as far as he could recollect, this was the first time he'd had Pollution as a passenger.
Keeping his eyes on the road, Famine spoke, raising his voice slightly to be heard over the engine. "I didn't know you were back here...wasn't expecting you for a while. What happened to your bike?"
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Date: 2005-08-10 04:52 am (UTC)He drove in silence for a few minutes, distantly observing the unfamiliar sensation of not being the only person on his bike; he hadn't had a passenger for quite some time. Pestilence had hopped a ride a few times back in the day, and War had sometimes ridden along during their tours of third-world countries, although she had always preferred her own bike. But as far as he could recollect, this was the first time he'd had Pollution as a passenger.
Keeping his eyes on the road, Famine spoke, raising his voice slightly to be heard over the engine. "I didn't know you were back here...wasn't expecting you for a while. What happened to your bike?"