Tsukasa looks at the bags, then at Natsumi, and then at his motorcycle. Aside from the camera, it was the only thing that he had linking him to his past. Magenta, odd looking, and fast. Obviously a custom bike.
He looks back at her and sighs, "Look, I'm through with pictures today, and that looks like a LOT of groceries. Why don't I give you a ride home. I should have enough room in the saddlebags."
It's not because he likes it when you ride with him and have to hold on to him, after all. That would be silly.
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Date: 2016-02-29 07:17 pm (UTC)He looks back at her and sighs, "Look, I'm through with pictures today, and that looks like a LOT of groceries. Why don't I give you a ride home. I should have enough room in the saddlebags."
It's not because he likes it when you ride with him and have to hold on to him, after all. That would be silly.