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✉ ☏ ☕ CELTY STURLUSON

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//PROFILE: full
- Age (Physical): Early 20's
- Height: 174 cm (5'8.5'')
- Occupation: Vehicle Mechanic, part-time Gourmet Chef, deliverer at Thistle Do Nicely

//INVENTORY:
- initial: her bodysuit, her helmet, her cellphone

//OTHER:
Living Arrangements: Apartment
CYbuddy: N/A

code credit: hoasen

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[kaihentai]

["Thank you for meeting me," she says, as if it's some kind of convenience call.

He doesn't mention how badly he's wanted to see her, how he's come to need her comapny as of late.]

I don't think you'll be needin' that.

[He gestures to the bike.]

Not where we're goin'.

[Sakamoto offers Celty his hand.]

[helmets]

Alright.

[ she takes it, standing up properly before setting her other hand on the motorcycle's handle. it gives a soft, horse-like snort before it turns around and heads in the opposite direction. once it disappears around the corner, she turns back to sakamoto. ]

After you.

[kaihentai]

You don't want my arm, then?

[He thrusts his shoulder in her direction, laughing fondly as he does.

She can take his damn arm.

She already has his heart.]

I wanted to share somethin' with ya.

[A few things. Men who smile wide, who smile often- They hide too much, despite laughing so loudly.

She has shown him what she lacks.

He should do the same for her.]

[helmets]

[ gosh, maybe he should have said something, then. she does him one better and takes off one of her gloves, reaching for his hand instead. she slips her fingers through his, gives them a small squeeze. ]

Sure. Thank you for sharing it with me.

[ she doesn't know what it is, but the sentiment is nice enough. ]

[kaihentai]

[She understands his need.

Sakamoto has always appreciated physical intimacy, including that of the non-sexual variety, especially that of the non-sexual variety. Her hands are the smoothest he's ever felt- Even a woman of the night has a few scars on her palms, her fingers.

He squeezes back.]

Celty~?

Have you ever been-

[In love?]

To the stars?

[helmets]

Not literally, no. I've always been grounded.

[ stars are too bright for the dead, they're impossible to reach. ]

Well, [ her helmet tilts to one side briefly, shoulders lifting in a small shrug. ] I suppose now I have, living here in Cerealia.