[More than he'll ever make, that's how much. How in THIS world would someone like Kaneda get that much...?
He fiddles around with the front more before getting out of the seat and crouching down, wishing he had a flashlight on him to get a good look at the exposed machinery where the casing cut off. This thing didn't quite have that new, flashy feeling that the one Pan - that the one he had before had, but somehow it felt more...
He's not sure what. It's not vivid, or jagged to look at. It's more put together as a solid piece, with a boxy look to it even though the curves were fluid. This thing didn't look like anything else out there - and if it did, it wouldn't by the time he was done with it. He wouldn't even have to alter the paint that much.
Uhhhhghh. There's not enough light to really get a look at this!! Why couldn't it hurry up and be sunrise already?! He wants to know everything about this thing, why.]
I-
[What to even say? It's a reminder of some piece of himself he'd forgotten was there at all. This one isn't even a stupid piece of deathtrap like Kaneda's is - it LOOKS like it turns easier. Maybe it could finally make those sharp turns he'd always struggle with on this thing; the front wheels turned free and the forks were a visible, sharp line all the way down.
He always did like them best when he could get a look at what was underneath everything.]
Who needs stuff like this if you can fly... [He says, getting back upright, walking around to see what he can inspect in this lighting. Weirdly... it was some of the birds who helped him acknowledge just how much he missed this, on a deeper level than he'd assumed. That while he didn't need wheels to fly like they did, it'd ignited his imagination all over again.] That's what I kept asking myself.
As if I could give it up!
[Aaand back into the seat again. Is it cold out here, who notices that, what's a little cold anyway IT'S A BIKE.]
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[Bikes are expensive when you're not stealing them. Who knew?]
But it's worth it. You needed a set of wheels, you know? You're not a biker without one.
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He fiddles around with the front more before getting out of the seat and crouching down, wishing he had a flashlight on him to get a good look at the exposed machinery where the casing cut off. This thing didn't quite have that new, flashy feeling that the one Pan - that the one he had before had, but somehow it felt more...
He's not sure what. It's not vivid, or jagged to look at. It's more put together as a solid piece, with a boxy look to it even though the curves were fluid. This thing didn't look like anything else out there - and if it did, it wouldn't by the time he was done with it. He wouldn't even have to alter the paint that much.
Uhhhhghh. There's not enough light to really get a look at this!! Why couldn't it hurry up and be sunrise already?! He wants to know everything about this thing, why.]
I-
[What to even say? It's a reminder of some piece of himself he'd forgotten was there at all. This one isn't even a stupid piece of deathtrap like Kaneda's is - it LOOKS like it turns easier. Maybe it could finally make those sharp turns he'd always struggle with on this thing; the front wheels turned free and the forks were a visible, sharp line all the way down.
He always did like them best when he could get a look at what was underneath everything.]
Who needs stuff like this if you can fly... [He says, getting back upright, walking around to see what he can inspect in this lighting. Weirdly... it was some of the birds who helped him acknowledge just how much he missed this, on a deeper level than he'd assumed. That while he didn't need wheels to fly like they did, it'd ignited his imagination all over again.] That's what I kept asking myself.
As if I could give it up!
[Aaand back into the seat again. Is it cold out here, who notices that, what's a little cold anyway IT'S A BIKE.]