[ all those warnings and promises not to cross any lights he shouldn't, and neither thinks to mention that maybe keith shouldn't actually hotwire a bike to get across town.
he tears across old town with all the care he's promised, anyway: grips the handlebars and eases the bike into its caging behind white lines as light after light burns yellow before him and the temperish clouds mass and rumble beneath the rising dawn. the rain hits when he's locking down the borrowed bike in the cracked parking lot, twenty-three minutes in -- and so it's thirty-one when a rat-ta-tat-tat breaks through the unsteady shivering lash of early water against glass and wood, at one of shiro's unbroken windows, from a figure hunched and plastered wet.
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he tears across old town with all the care he's promised, anyway: grips the handlebars and eases the bike into its caging behind white lines as light after light burns yellow before him and the temperish clouds mass and rumble beneath the rising dawn. the rain hits when he's locking down the borrowed bike in the cracked parking lot, twenty-three minutes in -- and so it's thirty-one when a rat-ta-tat-tat breaks through the unsteady shivering lash of early water against glass and wood, at one of shiro's unbroken windows, from a figure hunched and plastered wet.
at least he still has one of those left. ]