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"That's....scarily close to my house, just down the street....actually. Weird i've never known about it," He noted, thinking for a moment. |
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I show him the instagram post, glaring at him for a moment.. or two.. or three. |
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"Huh, so that's what they're always doing." He noted with a soft chuckle, grinning as he grew curious. "So what are we gonna do 'till then?" |
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" hm... could go too the lake? i could go for a swim.." she glared over towards the window, " if youll bring me too my house to get my swimsuit.." she giggled. " now its three dates in one day." |
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"Sounds good to me, we'll have to take my motorcycle, Corvette's starting to sound a bit....strange." He mused, a lazy grin on his face. "Could be four, if you really wanted to count it." |
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" Four ? yeesh lets stick too counting only 3 " she walked out of the reasturaunt door, mumbling something funny too him then giggling. |
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He chuckled, grabbing the door before slipping inside the Corvette, heading over to her place once more. |
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she walked inside, changing into a t-shirt and shorts with her bathing suit underneath and a towel, she gets into the car again. |
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Monty drove over to his place, punching in the gate code before heading up the driveway, parking in the garage filled with a few other cars and quite the collection of motorcycles. He got out, grabbing his keys before hanging them on a wall, grinning as he pulled the door open, looking back at Aurora. "Make yourself at home, medic." With that the man walked inside, leaving the door open as a silent invitation for her to step in, heading upstairs to his bedroom. Slipping the door shut behind him, he slipped off the slacks and button up, changing into a pair of swim trunks and tossing on a t-shirt. He changed into a pair of air forces, the old pair the ones he always biked with, as he didn't care what happened to them. "Ready?" He questioned, grabbing a seperate pair of keys before pulling open the door to a closet, handing a few helmets to her to see which ones fit best. Once they found the one, he walked over to a black BMW S 1000 RR, slipping the key into the ignition before turning it on, the engine coming to life. After getting her situated behind him and grabbing his own helmet, he started pulling down the driveway. "Hold on, might fall." Monty teased, starting to drive over to the lake. |
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Aurora lingered for just a moment at the doorway, eyes flicking over the garage and its collection before she stepped inside, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “Wow… subtle,” she muttered under her breath, following after him but not rushing, taking in the place like she was mentally mapping it out. By the time he came back, she’d leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed—though her posture straightened slightly when he handed her the helmets. She tested one, then another, adjusting the strap until it fit snug. “This one’s fine,” she said, giving a small nod, though there was a hint of curiosity in her gaze as she glanced at the bike. As she climbed on behind him, there was a brief hesitation before her hands settled at his sides—light at first, like she wasn’t fully committing. “Pretty sure you’re the one I should be worried about,” she shot back dryly. But when the bike roared to life and started moving, her grip tightened just a little, fingers curling into his shirt as she leaned in closer without thinking. “Don’t make me regret this, Monty.” |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
