[ That decided, Kururu moves to stand beside Kaneda, the (very ordinary) shoes on her feet a stark contrast to Ikki and Yayoi's skates. ]
I'll go with you.
. . . thank you, Kaneda-san. Is it all right? If I . . .
[ Her hand hovers above the secondary seat. He'd already extended the invitation, but still . . . she'd worked with a lot of stormriders on the streets of Shinonome. She'd met a lot of people from a lot of walks of life, but they each took pride in their emblems, their machines, their teams.
He reminded her of that, a little. She wasn't a tuner here, volunteering time and labour and love to heal A-T wounds and mismatched sounds. But she was a mechanic, and this was a machine. Even if she wouldn't be doing anything more than listening (to his bike, to him, to their sounds together), she still had to ask. ]
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I'll go with you.
. . . thank you, Kaneda-san. Is it all right? If I . . .
[ Her hand hovers above the secondary seat. He'd already extended the invitation, but still . . . she'd worked with a lot of stormriders on the streets of Shinonome. She'd met a lot of people from a lot of walks of life, but they each took pride in their emblems, their machines, their teams.
He reminded her of that, a little. She wasn't a tuner here, volunteering time and labour and love to heal A-T wounds and mismatched sounds. But she was a mechanic, and this was a machine. Even if she wouldn't be doing anything more than listening (to his bike, to him, to their sounds together), she still had to ask. ]