I've been on working for the last twelve hours, part of that Underground. You might care what I smell like.
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Closer to twenty minutes later, a sharp, clean black motorcycle purrs up close to Mamoru, skidding to a stop just a few feet away as Ken lets the bike lean while he glances over at his old lover. Thankfully, he's got enough time to calm his expression thanks to having to take the helmet off and shake his getting too long hair out.

"Sorry. Bandit hid my keys."