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Log; Ongoing
When; Backdated a few hours, nighttime of the 10th
Rating; Prolly PG-13 to Rish.
Characters; Johnny Blaze (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
motorcyclehero) and Blackheart (raisemoredevils)
Summary; Curse chaos has gone unnoticed all day, 'til now.
Log;
There was a certain satisfaction to a greasy spanner and a rag, something he missed back when he was rich and famous enough to have a gearhead fixing his bikes for him. All he really wanted was the one bike, to take care of and pamper all by himself. Weird, maybe, but there was still some Carnie in him that got uncomfortable if it felt like he owned more than he could pack up and leave with.
Well, this apartment wasn't his, anyway, and he secretly liked it like that. He tossed the rag aside, looking Grace up and down. Save for the fact that she was propped up on a cinderblock in the middle of the dining room, she was perfect; a gleaming chrome beauty--a masterwork of a chopper.
And, his maintenance mission complete, Johnny realized he was hungry as hel--anything. He set the spanner on the bike seat and moved off into the kitchen, pondering some tuna in one of those fresh sub buns, and some carrots for health's sake.
Sometimes he missed being able to eat a funnel cake for breakfast, cotton candy for lunch and popcorn for dinner.
Rating; Prolly PG-13 to Rish.
Characters; Johnny Blaze (
motorcyclehero) and Blackheart (raisemoredevils)Summary; Curse chaos has gone unnoticed all day, 'til now.
Log;
There was a certain satisfaction to a greasy spanner and a rag, something he missed back when he was rich and famous enough to have a gearhead fixing his bikes for him. All he really wanted was the one bike, to take care of and pamper all by himself. Weird, maybe, but there was still some Carnie in him that got uncomfortable if it felt like he owned more than he could pack up and leave with.
Well, this apartment wasn't his, anyway, and he secretly liked it like that. He tossed the rag aside, looking Grace up and down. Save for the fact that she was propped up on a cinderblock in the middle of the dining room, she was perfect; a gleaming chrome beauty--a masterwork of a chopper.
And, his maintenance mission complete, Johnny realized he was hungry as hel--anything. He set the spanner on the bike seat and moved off into the kitchen, pondering some tuna in one of those fresh sub buns, and some carrots for health's sake.
Sometimes he missed being able to eat a funnel cake for breakfast, cotton candy for lunch and popcorn for dinner.
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"Yes." He shifts and slides off the counter, stalking forward. It's when he's halfway across the room that he steps directly under one of the plants, and though at first he resists on natural instinct - he doesn't like being told what to do after all - he finds himself equal parts curious as he is bored, so he just decides to reach for Johnny instead.
Snags the lapel of his jacket, and hauls him forward effortlessly. The look he wears is of simple intrigue by the whole situation, and without so much as a word about it he reaches with his free hand to hold the back of Johnny's head and pull their faces together.