The Causeway to Baltimore, Thursday Afternoon

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Kathy had been doing some thinking recently, going over the activities that helped her cut through the noise in her brain. All of the ones she'd found so far involved the participation of other people and she needed to find something she could do by herself so she didn't have to keep bothering folks. And that had gotten her to thinking about the almost-reverie she'd slipped into on Dante's motorcycle. That was something she could potentially do for herself...except she'd need a bike of her own.

Or Dante could share his, but ahahahahano.

It wouldn't hurt to start looking for something like that, though, would it? Even if she didn't buy something right away, having an idea in her mind wouldn't hurt. She made her way towards the Causeway and sent a text at the same time. If she were going shopping, she should consult an expert, right?

Hey. U busy?

[For the motorcycle guru and SP]

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Dante wiggled his eyebrows at her, then tugged his jeans on all the way to his hips.

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Kathy watched Dante for a moment, eyes drawn to the slow side of fabric up his hips, then managed to drag her eyes away and shove on her shirt. "You laugh, but tell me I'm wrong."

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"Hey, if I managed to get you to stop thinking too much about anything at all, I take that as a win," Dante said, running a hand through his hair to get it back into shape.

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Kathy frowned thoughtfully at his hair. "It's getting longer," she said, leaning over to run her fingers through it. "Are you growing it all out?"

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"Figured I wanted to try and see what it'd look like that way, yeah," Dante said.

Make him look a little less like Vergil in the mirror.

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If Kathy had any ideas about what might be behind the change in hairstyle, she didn't give a sign of it, just continued putting her clothing back on. "Sometimes you've gotta make a change just to see what it's like," she agreed, pulling her own hair up into a ponytail for the ride home.

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"If I wind up looking like low-rent Anders, tell me," Dante said, nudging open the door.

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Kathy tried imagining Dante with Anders' hairstyle and laughed. "I promise you I will absolutely let you know if that happens," she said, leaning around the front seat to pop open the trunk before sliding through the door Dante had opened. "That or attack your hair in the night with scissors and styling gel."

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"You got my consent to do that," Dante said, "If it gets that bad."

He scooped her bike out the back and set it down on the ground.

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Kathy was once again struck anew by how gorgeous it was, sleek and pretty and fast-looking. "Good eye," she said, a little reverently. "Did she somehow come with keys or is there a special way I'm going to have to start her?"

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"What, you never hotwired a bike before?" Dante asked, smirking at her.

(He had the keys in his pocket.)

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"Not a bike, no," Kathy admitted. "I've only practiced on cars. Even so, isn't that going to get a little old after awhile? Constantly having to start her with a hotwire?"

That had to lead to some kind of damage.

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"You just have to be gentle," Dante said, patting the saddle of the bike.

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"Oh well then please," Kathy said, taking a step away from the bike. "Let me see how it's done."

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"See, first," Dante said, leaning over the bike, "You gotta put this in here..."

He reached into his pocket and stuck the key in the ignition.

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"You are such a brat," Kathy said, laughing at him. "Just for that, I should make you show me again, but slower."

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"Why? Liking seeing me bend over?" Dante said, smirking.

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"Obviously," Kathy snorted. Like that was somehow news. "Hell, sometimes I just like bending you over. If the bike were sturdier..."

And, you know, she had the right equipment handy.

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"How about we start with you using the wall in your apartment, huh, Kat," Dante said, smirking.

He walked towards his own bike. "We can go intermediate later."

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"You mean go slow and not rush it?" Kathy asked, mounting her bike in one fluid motion. "What a novel idea."

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"Nobody said anything about slow," Dante said, wiggling his eyebrows at her before following suit.

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"I dunno," Kathy mused as she started her bike. The immediate thrum of the engine was very gratifying. "I think it might be fun to go slow, at least until you can't take it anymore and tell me to hurry the fuck up."

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Dante considered that as he got the engine running. "Hurry the fuck up," he decided. "I'm hungry."

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Kathy laughed and flipped him off before looking down at the control panel on her bike. "I'm going to have to go slow in the beginning at least," she warned. "Last time I rode a motorcycle was over a year ago."

It had been Gorgon's and--never mind. The important thing is that it hadn't been built anything like this one.

"No hitting 180 miles for me this time." Sad face.