She holds up her hands.

“Woah slow down! Some idiot who didn’t know the rules of the damn place. I was tryna stop them but the bastard went and pulled a gun on me. No clue what the girl was thinkin’ when she tackled me.”

Having been the ma who stopped the altercation, he was quickly pointed to backroom where the blonde manager was taking a drag off a cigarette.

“Listen the cops are on their way to clean this up, ya best shove off before they do.”

“Better my back… than Jan’s head…”

She groans as she feels consciousness slipping away from the pain of the two gunshot wounds in her back.

She tightens her grip.

“Y-yep! Let’s ride!”

Her hands moved to over where her ears would be… not doing anything.

“Okay… you got this Caroline…

She whispered to herself as she got onto the bike, keeping her foot clear of the exhaust as she wrapped her hands around Larina’s waist.

It took her a few seconds to respond, eyes trailing along the eight legs of the spider painted onto the helmet.

“Huh? Oh yeah, loud and clear!”

She smiled under the helmet as Larina guided her hand to the volume control.

“Yeah I think it’s good here yeah… how loud does the bike get?”

“No no I can…. I can…”

She tries to stand but slips and sinks into his arms.

“I just… wanted to help…”

She missed making the Olympics due to Covid.

~ bottom and the jacket, gloves, and helmet on top… she looked like a dork.

She stands there, nodding along as she holds the helmet like a fishbowl.

“Lean with you, don’t put foot down, and tap you if it’s too fast. Got it.”

She takes the jacket and gloves and slips them on before sliding the helmet over her head.

“How do I look?”

With the slacks and heels on the ~

She coughs up a bit of blood, real smart of her to try and save lives at her old club when a drug deal turned violent.

“I… I’m fine… really…”

She was the only one at a frat party capable of chugging a gallon of milk.

She says she graduated college in 2020 for the sympathy but she actually graduated in winter 2019…

ANGST

The truth is that this is stolen!

worm yoink

🪱: want… angst…

Carol holds the helmet and moves it around in her hands, realizing that this woman has been here longer than she's been alive.

"I have NEVER been on a motorcycle before so... all of the info please and thank you."

"Sad!"

☹️

"Stop being mean to me!"

“Noooooo”

“Not true!”

Kettle noise.

“What a professional name for such a professional little man!”

Babbling incoherently.

Kitty cat

“Don’t cry it’ll make me cry!”

“No tears!”

“Figure it out!”

“Shadow puppets?!”