Oh, now's a great time! I can show you what I've been working on-- c'mon!
[She playfully pulls him by the sleeve into her hotel room, quickly disconnecting to run ahead into the common area. The place has gadgets everywhere in various states of construction, all looking very modern and sleek. At the center of the room there's a couple of parts lying around a souped-up black motorcycle, which seems to be the current project. Even in the chaos it's clean, everything in a distinct place and well-lined up. Bulma stands amongst it with a proud smile.]
[Oh, okay... being manhandled was a thing. Sure. He managed to keep his feet, though his wings stretched just a bit to keep his balance before folding back in again, and then looked around once she let go.]
Uh, yeah. [He definitely got the picture, especially when he spotted the bike. His eyes went wide, and he immediately honed in on that, leaning in to get a closer look.] Did you build this? [Was that a combustion engine?]
With the state it was in I might as well have! [She pats the body with a confident hand.] It's Greed's, he really messed it up but it's good as new now, see? Mine are put away.
[It was a pretty impressive bike in general. Keith might be jealous (no, really... he was jealous). Don't mind him. He was just going to move around it, looking at everything he could see.]
[Keith looked up for a second at the words "heist" and "bullets", definitely wary and curious, but then she said something about capsules like it made sense, and he blinked.]
[She blinks at him a few times, processing the confusion.] Oh, you don't have any? [Bulma reaches into her back pocket and fishes out what looks like a pill case, just a bit more square. From it she fishes out a large... well, pill, it looks like. Then she tosses it onto an empty space on the floor in front of them and-- POOF-- a giant cloud of smoke that, once it thins out, reveals a green bullet-like motorcycle. Just there. Bulma does not seem shocked by this.]
[If he hadn't noticed, there are several guns mounted on the wall as one might display some nice vases or family photos. Very modern and sleek interior design. Is she... a gun otaku? no she's just weird]
But there's more-- check this out.
[Opening a little hatch under the ignition, Bulma flips a switch and the bike's panels re-configure, essentially climbing on top of themselves until the bike is vertical, the seat now facing outward in the center. Bulma hops to attention, not climbing on but pointing around.]
You lean against the seat and plant your feet here. [Gesturing to the area formerly known as the fender skirt.] It's got 3 modes: bike, bipedal and trike. An all-arounder!
[Nah. He was more focused on the bike when he first walked in, but they probably did register somewhere in the back of his mind... like, if asked to draw the room, he'd probably put them in and wonder about it at that point.
Plus, he's more of a knife and sword guy himself.]
Mor- [Woaahhh... the idea of something transforming wasn't the impressive part. The impressive part was that she built it herself in such a small package. The Lions were huge, so there was space in them for all those moving parts, but this... Keith was fairly certain that the mechanics needed for that being shoved into a smaller package was way more impressive.]
Three modes? [The Lions only had two... Being five separate Lions, and then coming together to make one giant humanoid.] And it fits in that tiny pill thing? [Guess who doesn't know about Pokémon, either.]
What? Are you saying... you don't have capsules where you're from? [She holds the capsule case to her chest-- aghast! Then, nearly scrambling, she pops it open and scrounges around for an empty capsule. There! She holds it out to Keith.] Here, take one! I'd be totally lost without mine!
Easy! Here-- [She casually takes hold of Keith's hand, pressing the top of the capsule in his palm with her own thumb.] You press it like this and just. Throw it! [She takes a step back to make way, standing beside Keith.] Go on, try it on my bike.
See, I told you! Easy as pie! [Bulma bends down to pick up the capsule and tosses it back into the air. With another "POOF" the bike is back in its place, good as new.] It's the same to open 'em back up.
[She places the empty capsule delicately in his palm, lingering tastefully. If magazines have taught her anything it's that touching is a sure way to signal that you're into someone. Well, for someone typical, probably. Not applicable to Keiths.]
[Granted, prolonged and unexpected physical contact kind of set Keith on edge at times... silly magazine articles... but he was slowly getting used to the idea. That was probably the Foster Care in him influencing his reactions...
Either way, he was still legit thankful for the cool capsule thing. He gave her a somewhat sheepish and surprisingly shy small smile.]
Thanks.
[For a moment, he almost forgot about their little motorcycle date challenge from the other day...]
[And she forgets basically everything when she sees him smile like that. She's a flirt until she sees something that reminds her why she earnestly was drawn to that person, then she gets all bashful. Putting her hands behind her back, Bulma looks at her shoes and laughs awkwardly.]
No problem! Any time!
[Shoegazing does trigger a memory, though, and she snaps back to attention.]
Did you, um... [Oh she sounds too eager and is shy enough to recognize that. Bulma swallows.] Did you still wanna race me? I've got a few bikes in here. [Wiggles the capsule tin for emphasis]
[Blink blink. Why was she suddenly shy? Keith didn't immediately make the connection, but he eyed that capsule case, wondering just how many of them had bikes... "a few"?
But the prospect of racing definitely had his attention, and the cute little smile turned into a smirk of challenge.]
Alright! [Eagerness back in full force, she opens the case towards him. With a clawed finger she points to two capsules in the bottom row with pink bands across their middles.] These ones here are motorcycles. [Then, with a sly grin:] If you're feeling lucky you can pick one and I'll take the other. Whadya say, hm?
[He tucked the capsule she'd given him into one of his pockets. He wasn't afraid of a risk, that was for sure. He eyed the two capsules for a moment, and grabbed the one on the right.]
[She waves him over, tucking the other capsule into her pocket and heading for the door. It's a hop skip and a jump over to one of the more covert alleyways around Hell Hotel (that is, one where imps aren't bumping and grinding). Day's given way to night quicker than she thought but hey-- that's mood lighting, baby! And as good a place as any to burn some rubber.]
So. [Bulma stands in the center of the alleyway, playfully tossing her capsule into the air and catching it again.] What happens if I win, huh?
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[He rubbed the back of his neck. Clearly he'd caught her while she was working.]
Is now a good time?
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[She playfully pulls him by the sleeve into her hotel room, quickly disconnecting to run ahead into the common area. The place has gadgets everywhere in various states of construction, all looking very modern and sleek. At the center of the room there's a couple of parts lying around a souped-up black motorcycle, which seems to be the current project. Even in the chaos it's clean, everything in a distinct place and well-lined up. Bulma stands amongst it with a proud smile.]
Not as clean as I want but you get the picture.
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Uh, yeah. [He definitely got the picture, especially when he spotted the bike. His eyes went wide, and he immediately honed in on that, leaning in to get a closer look.] Did you build this? [Was that a combustion engine?]
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With the state it was in I might as well have! [She pats the body with a confident hand.] It's Greed's, he really messed it up but it's good as new now, see? Mine are put away.
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[It was a pretty impressive bike in general. Keith might be jealous (no, really... he was jealous). Don't mind him. He was just going to move around it, looking at everything he could see.]
How'd you get it in and out of the hotel?
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[She brushes that off immediately, totally unimportant. Anyway! Bulma glances over at Keith, unsure why this is a question.]
With capsules, silly, how else?
[She hasn't actually shown this to anyone yet and thus doesn't know it's. Exclusive tech to her world.]
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Cap...sules...?
[Sorry, Bulma. That's a new one for Keith.]
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This is one of my bikes. Pretty cool, huh?
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It made so much sense, but was still utterly shocking to see actually happen.
Give him a second to process... okay. He walked over, circling the bike like he was looking for how it might fold up or something, and then...]
You have guns on it?
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[If he hadn't noticed, there are several guns mounted on the wall as one might display some nice vases or family photos. Very modern and sleek interior design. Is she... a gun otaku?
no she's just weird]But there's more-- check this out.
[Opening a little hatch under the ignition, Bulma flips a switch and the bike's panels re-configure, essentially climbing on top of themselves until the bike is vertical, the seat now facing outward in the center. Bulma hops to attention, not climbing on but pointing around.]
You lean against the seat and plant your feet here. [Gesturing to the area formerly known as the fender skirt.] It's got 3 modes: bike, bipedal and trike. An all-arounder!
[Her voice is dripping with excitement.]
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Plus, he's more of a knife and sword guy himself.]
Mor- [Woaahhh... the idea of something transforming wasn't the impressive part. The impressive part was that she built it herself in such a small package. The Lions were huge, so there was space in them for all those moving parts, but this... Keith was fairly certain that the mechanics needed for that being shoved into a smaller package was way more impressive.]
Three modes? [The Lions only had two... Being five separate Lions, and then coming together to make one giant humanoid.] And it fits in that tiny pill thing? [Guess who doesn't know about Pokémon, either.]
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How does it work?
[Because how the heck did something so big get into something so tiny??]
Like... How do you put things in it?
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POOF!]
Well, shit.
[Seriously. What else do you say to that?]
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[She places the empty capsule delicately in his palm, lingering tastefully. If magazines have taught her anything it's that touching is a sure way to signal that you're into someone. Well, for someone typical, probably. Not applicable to Keiths.]
Take it as a gift!
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[Granted, prolonged and unexpected physical contact kind of set Keith on edge at times... silly magazine articles... but he was slowly getting used to the idea. That was probably the Foster Care in him influencing his reactions...
Either way, he was still legit thankful for the cool capsule thing. He gave her a somewhat sheepish and surprisingly shy small smile.]
Thanks.
[For a moment, he almost forgot about their little motorcycle date challenge from the other day...]
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No problem! Any time!
[Shoegazing does trigger a memory, though, and she snaps back to attention.]
Did you, um... [Oh she sounds too eager and is shy enough to recognize that. Bulma swallows.] Did you still wanna race me? I've got a few bikes in here. [Wiggles the capsule tin for emphasis]
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But the prospect of racing definitely had his attention, and the cute little smile turned into a smirk of challenge.]
Heck yeah.
[He couldn't turn an offer like that down...]
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Alright! [Eagerness back in full force, she opens the case towards him. With a clawed finger she points to two capsules in the bottom row with pink bands across their middles.] These ones here are motorcycles. [Then, with a sly grin:] If you're feeling lucky you can pick one and I'll take the other. Whadya say, hm?
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Okay... so we'll open these outside?
[It seemed kind of silly to do that in here...]
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[She waves him over, tucking the other capsule into her pocket and heading for the door. It's a hop skip and a jump over to one of the more covert alleyways around Hell Hotel (that is, one where imps aren't bumping and grinding). Day's given way to night quicker than she thought but hey-- that's mood lighting, baby! And as good a place as any to burn some rubber.]
So. [Bulma stands in the center of the alleyway, playfully tossing her capsule into the air and catching it again.] What happens if I win, huh?
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Right, the stakes.]
Uh... Hm. I hadn't thought about that.
[He was used to racing for money, but hadn't done it in several years now...]
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[Keith wasn't sure.
He hit the button and tossed the capsule he had picked, wondering what the bike he grabbed was going to look like.]