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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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.]