[ at first, Yang never liked that style for herself. it was more that she needed doctors to go in and tweak shit with her implants so often it was just easier than letting it grow out awkwardly and then shave back just when it was starting to look normal. this was the one exception to the long-standing tradition of her mom being the only person allowed to cut her hair, ever.
but hey. then people started to give compliments on it, so yeah, she loves the attention it gets now. it wasn't particularly unique in terms of style around here but it had a tendency to surprise people because when her hair was down all the way it was almost impossible to notice. likewise, Yang was keenly aware of every bit of body heat seeping in through the layers in the otherwise chill night air.
"ignore me", they said. as if that was an option. with that warmth. that laugh. that comfortable weight against her back. ]
You got it, L. [ there's a moment while Yang reaches down past the console and pulls up the two halves of reinforced and padded plastic that fasten together to form the spare helmet. she slips that on over her head, slips her fingers around the handlebars, and kicks off the curb to get them on their way. she's going to obey the limits but luckily traffic is light at this late hour so they can zip off across the city in relative peace. ]
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but hey. then people started to give compliments on it, so yeah, she loves the attention it gets now. it wasn't particularly unique in terms of style around here but it had a tendency to surprise people because when her hair was down all the way it was almost impossible to notice. likewise, Yang was keenly aware of every bit of body heat seeping in through the layers in the otherwise chill night air.
"ignore me", they said. as if that was an option. with that warmth. that laugh. that comfortable weight against her back. ]
You got it, L. [ there's a moment while Yang reaches down past the console and pulls up the two halves of reinforced and padded plastic that fasten together to form the spare helmet. she slips that on over her head, slips her fingers around the handlebars, and kicks off the curb to get them on their way. she's going to obey the limits but luckily traffic is light at this late hour so they can zip off across the city in relative peace. ]