[ Yang should have been prepared to hear something like that, but she wasn't. she didn't think they'd quite flirted it up that hard at the party or since, or that Levi was so eager to start, or that she herself had made it so enticing an opportunity. she's sure of herself, obviously, but... it's all about the time and the place, right?
now it was down to the distance and the pace which wasn't nearly satisfactory enough.
this is where having a full on car would have been convenient. with the self-driving mode they wouldn't even have to have waited this long. alas, there's only one thing she can do at this point. Yang brushed her thumb over the control override, deciding on the second stroke to hit it and assume full manual control of their ride. the bike wobbles faintly as she begins to steer it on her own and even opens up the throttle some. the synthesized engine noise ramps up appropriately. she doesn't want to waste a second out here if she can help it.
the garage is in sight, now. the proximity sensors bid the large steel doors to slide open fully with a creak before she's even turning off the road. there's all manner of her tools and parts and assorted tech gadgetry strewn about the floor and along the walls and shelves. tools just barely tucked away safely, or hanging from the ceiling. there's the large mechanical arm with its two circular indentations made for the bike's tires; it's made to stow the motorcycle up against the wall out of the way, or lift it up for service.
there are clamps that press against the wheels as soon as Yang has slowed them to a stop. it supports the bike upright solidly. the doors creak shut immediately while Yang swiftly unlatches her helm and jams the sections back into the holder built into the dash. she's not able to do much else but wait for Levi to let go of her, or dismount, or... whatever they wanted to do at this point. that helm's got to go no matter what, and then they can decide if they wanna do this here and now — as Yang certainly has a mind to — or wait to make it upstairs to the equally disheveled apartment. ]
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now it was down to the distance and the pace which wasn't nearly satisfactory enough.
this is where having a full on car would have been convenient. with the self-driving mode they wouldn't even have to have waited this long. alas, there's only one thing she can do at this point. Yang brushed her thumb over the control override, deciding on the second stroke to hit it and assume full manual control of their ride. the bike wobbles faintly as she begins to steer it on her own and even opens up the throttle some. the synthesized engine noise ramps up appropriately. she doesn't want to waste a second out here if she can help it.
the garage is in sight, now. the proximity sensors bid the large steel doors to slide open fully with a creak before she's even turning off the road. there's all manner of her tools and parts and assorted tech gadgetry strewn about the floor and along the walls and shelves. tools just barely tucked away safely, or hanging from the ceiling. there's the large mechanical arm with its two circular indentations made for the bike's tires; it's made to stow the motorcycle up against the wall out of the way, or lift it up for service.
there are clamps that press against the wheels as soon as Yang has slowed them to a stop. it supports the bike upright solidly. the doors creak shut immediately while Yang swiftly unlatches her helm and jams the sections back into the holder built into the dash. she's not able to do much else but wait for Levi to let go of her, or dismount, or... whatever they wanted to do at this point. that helm's got to go no matter what, and then they can decide if they wanna do this here and now — as Yang certainly has a mind to — or wait to make it upstairs to the equally disheveled apartment. ]