Tsukasa was one of those strange people. He had many actual talents, such as cooking or riding a motorcycle, but the one thing that he was really hung up on and thought that he was so amazing at was taking those photos.
For someone with an ego such as his, you'd think he'd brag about everything, but no, it's really just photos.
He will motion towards the smaller helmet, then hold out his hands for a couple of the bags. He hadn't told her the amount of work that he went through to find a helmet that would fit her. He's still not sure why he did it. It wasn't like he wanted her riding with him, or anything of that nature.
"Come on." He'll take some of the bags from her and start putting things away. He wants to get home so that he can develop these pictures and see what will come of them.
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For someone with an ego such as his, you'd think he'd brag about everything, but no, it's really just photos.
He will motion towards the smaller helmet, then hold out his hands for a couple of the bags. He hadn't told her the amount of work that he went through to find a helmet that would fit her. He's still not sure why he did it. It wasn't like he wanted her riding with him, or anything of that nature.
"Come on." He'll take some of the bags from her and start putting things away. He wants to get home so that he can develop these pictures and see what will come of them.