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[thekingofkamenriders]

It had been a while since Tsukasa Kadoya had arrived in this city, alone with no knowledge of his past. He had nothing but the clothes on his back, and a magenta camera, so he had decided to spend his days capturing the world. That just felt...right to him. However...

He glanced through his latest batch of failures. He sighed a bit before throwing them away. "More failures." He wasn't going to give up yet. "Why does this world try to run away from my view?" He'll have to get more film from the Hikari studio later.

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[thekingofkamenriders]

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.

[summerorange]

He was a very strange person indeed. Natsumi could've tolerated him better if he was the type to brag about what he was good at, instead of this false delusion that he was a great photographer. It's not like she actually loved his cooking or anything! She just respected his skills as a fellow cook; that's all.

She did give him some of the bags when offered to do so. "Just...try not to crush the eggs." Part of her seemed to know that he woouldn't, though, but she had to say it as a reminder. It certainly wasn't a way to cover up any flustering of feeling his knuckles brush against hers; nope, not that at all...

But she did help put the rest of the groceries away in his saddle bags before putting on that helmet. It still amazed her, internally, that it fits her so well. One would think that he would've bought something a little bigger to accommodate potentially larger passengers. But she wasn't one to complain about something that works for her, of course. Because maybe he just thought that this would be a standard size - or so she rationalized.

[thekingofkamenriders]

He starts to say something at her comment, but just holds his tongue for once. He doesn't want to take a pressure point to the neck, that's for certain. He did like the closeness that they were having at the moment, but much like her, he wasn't going to say anything at the moment.

If she knew the amount of time that Tsukasa had worked to find a helmet her size, she probably would have hit him, but she'd never know. "Lets get home, Natsumikan, its late." He glances a bit off into the distance before mounting the bike, putting his own helmet on his head. For an instance, he catches a glimmer of something, maybe a flash of memory, but it's gone quickly. He puts his hand to the side of his helmet and grimaces. Hopefully she didn't see that.

[summerorange]

Maybe not hit him, per se. But she definitely would insist that he didn't really need to do that and why would he bother with going that far anyway? Yet, she remained oblivious, and was almost enjoying the not-so-distressful moment between them.

She nodded in agreement and waited until he mounted the bike before mounting right behind him. From her angle, she doesn't catch the grimace on his face. But the way that hand rested on his helmet and the tilt of his head...it certainly seemed odd to her.

"Tsukasa-kun...? What is it?"