#bikernoises

[crazydaimondo]

♣ from Souda

♣:Back scratches

A slight hum emitted from the biker, back arching up into the fingers that ran along his back. “A little lower...” he mumbled, turning his attention away from the magazine in his lap to look over his shoulder at the mechanic behind him. 

[crazydaimondo]

"Are you drunk?"

“Fuck no, I ain’t... Wadda ya take me for, some shitty light-weight?”

[crazydaimondo]

“That shouldn’t have worked, but it did.” ((welcome back!!))

“Yeah… I dunno if I could even do it again if I tried.”

[crazydaimondo]

“Guess who’s back, motherfuckers!!!” 

[crazydaimondo]

❊

❊ – My muse gives yours some flowers.

The biker’s face burned as he held out the almost pathetic bundle of ‘flowers’. It was pretty obvious he hadn’t bought them, he probably picked them up on his way or something. Most of them even looked like weeds. The gesture was akin to something a child might do for their mother, but the hue of his face said something a bit different. “These… These are for you! Ain’t like I can afford anythin’ fancier, so…” He shuffled his feet a bit, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

[crazydaimondo]

room for rent

Send me ‘room for rent’ to apply to be my muse’s roommate

He couldn’t be that bad, right? He looked a bit odd from the picture, but Mondo was pretty desperate to get someone else in the apartment. His jobs just weren’t cutting it anymore and rent still needed to be paid, so… Sharing space was his only option. The man was supposed to arrive any moment now, Mondo pacing back and forth in the livingroom. He honestly wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but this was probably going to be a rather odd experience.