[He sounds torn between anxious and pleased, because on the one hand -- score! That means he can get the damn motorcycle to do something useful after all, even if he's not entirely sure what he did for this to happen. He dragged it around the city sometimes and talked to it like a houseplant, and it got plenty of water from the rain...
No, no, a motorcycle is decidedly not a houseplant, not even the teleporting variety. Because on the other hand, he hasn't had the time or inclination to actually organize much of anything in there, so it's more like--
He's letting a girl into his horribly unorganized cellar. His mother would yell at him a lot, but what can you do? Desperate times.]
Well, I'm pretty sure I don't have any clowns in there, unless you count the stupid kid.
[With an almighty sigh, he follows her in, giving up right away on moving at a crouch and going down on all fours. The small Exile is probably more likely to be nearer the ground, anyway. Speaking of which--]
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[He sounds torn between anxious and pleased, because on the one hand -- score! That means he can get the damn motorcycle to do something useful after all, even if he's not entirely sure what he did for this to happen. He dragged it around the city sometimes and talked to it like a houseplant, and it got plenty of water from the rain...
No, no, a motorcycle is decidedly not a houseplant, not even the teleporting variety. Because on the other hand, he hasn't had the time or inclination to actually organize much of anything in there, so it's more like--
He's letting a girl into his horribly unorganized cellar. His mother would yell at him a lot, but what can you do? Desperate times.]
Well, I'm pretty sure I don't have any clowns in there, unless you count the stupid kid.
[With an almighty sigh, he follows her in, giving up right away on moving at a crouch and going down on all fours. The small Exile is probably more likely to be nearer the ground, anyway. Speaking of which--]
--Offer of ice cream's still open, by the way!