mitsuya doesn't protest, though, even if he does wish he could help- this is a lot of bikes for one guy, no matter how much shinichiro he wants to be. still, putting mikey off something once his mind was set on it was like trying to move a boulder- impossible for one, and maybe for many.
not to say he wouldn't try, if he had to. but this time he'll let it slide.
he watches, slowly. watches him work, smear grease on his face, the room filled with the clinking of metal. for a minute, he's back in draken's shop, watching the other man work on his bike after the engine starting acting funny-
and then mikey sits, and the illusion is gone. ]
Yeah, sounds about right. Not unless everyone would want to see the Invincible Mikey with a dozen bandaids on his fingers.
[ the idea is a bit amusing, admittedly- but it's probably better for everyone to keep mikey away from the needles.
his gaze flickers to the bikes lined up in front of them, in various states of disarray. he's putting some actual thought into this, after all- a bike is a man's life. you have your favorite, then you never want to ride another...never will, in mikey's case. but after a few seconds, he finally settles on the one on the far right, nudging the other boy as he waves a hand. ]
It's no Impulse, but that one. Think it'll sound just as sweet?
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mitsuya doesn't protest, though, even if he does wish he could help- this is a lot of bikes for one guy, no matter how much shinichiro he wants to be. still, putting mikey off something once his mind was set on it was like trying to move a boulder- impossible for one, and maybe for many.
not to say he wouldn't try, if he had to. but this time he'll let it slide.
he watches, slowly. watches him work, smear grease on his face, the room filled with the clinking of metal. for a minute, he's back in draken's shop, watching the other man work on his bike after the engine starting acting funny-
and then mikey sits, and the illusion is gone. ]
Yeah, sounds about right. Not unless everyone would want to see the Invincible Mikey with a dozen bandaids on his fingers.
[ the idea is a bit amusing, admittedly- but it's probably better for everyone to keep mikey away from the needles.
his gaze flickers to the bikes lined up in front of them, in various states of disarray. he's putting some actual thought into this, after all- a bike is a man's life. you have your favorite, then you never want to ride another...never will, in mikey's case. but after a few seconds, he finally settles on the one on the far right, nudging the other boy as he waves a hand. ]
It's no Impulse, but that one. Think it'll sound just as sweet?