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» the missing piece.

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When she was sure he was secure, she gestured that he should hold on and she sped off, zooming noiselessly between the cars now that traffic had started to pick up again. Of course, she heard his question — but chose to ignore it, feeling herself regretting this entire encounter. On some level, he reminded her of Shinra and she sighed inwardly at the comparison. The last thing she needed (or wanted) was another overzealous man in her life.

Instead, she focused on her true destination - the very outskirts of Ikebukuro.  The one good thing to come out of all of this was that the sun was beginning it’s descent into the horizon. A breeze blew past the two of them and she felt her mood lift. When she was satisfied that they had ridden far enough out, she pulled over, helmet turning slightly to glance to the other before dismounting.

It never actually occurred to her that such a spot could be taken as suspicious - but then again, it wasn’t as though she were the type of person to abandon someone on a deserted road either. Besides, he chose to come with her, didn’t he? Patting the flank of the bike affectionately, she walked a ways away before setting herself down onto the grass.  

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It would be a lie to say that he didn't feel at least a little bit jilted. Or. Or wait. That actually wasn't a no. She didn't really show any signs of refusing; definitely not like how all the other girls he asked reacted. So she must've just been thinking on it. The question was asked rather abruptly. And no one said it was bad to take some time to think about life matters, right? So if he just gave her some time, then he'd eventually get his answer, right? Right. This all sounded pretty good to him. At  the very least, he knew not to hound her about the proposal. No, that would just be rude.

Claire's mulling ended once the bike glided to a halt and he watched the woman walk over to the grass. Curiosity hit a peak and Claire hopped off the bike, took off his helmet, and sat down beside her, landing on the soft grass with a dull thump. 

" 's an usual spot for a date, don'cha think?"

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Leave, together?

Celty found herself becoming more bewildered with each passing moment. She had just met this man not even five minutes ago and now he was suggesting they go somewhere? Okay, granted she had set up the idea - but it wasn’t as though she expected him to take her statement in such a manner. Turning her helmet one way, then the other - she hunched over for a second before using her shadow manipulation to form a second helmet and held it out to him. 

Get on, then. |

If Shinra knew she was about to give a stranger a ride - and a man, no less - Celty would more than likely never hear the end of it. But, she was bored and it was hot; maybe this chance meeting would turn into something interesting. 

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Whoa whoa. This was just a lot to take in. For instance, that shadow bending? Immortality was one thing and him being God was another, but he didn't think that he was creative enough to come up with materializing objects out of shadows. 

Actually, it was pretty easy to toss that to the side once she handed him the helmet and showed the message. She was quite the forward girl, wasn't she! Claire could feel his heartstrings getting pulled and there was definitely the sound of wedding bells off in the distance. Gosh, he was feeling all kinds of giddy now. After putting on the helmet and plopping down on the bike behind the woman.

"So, hey, doll. What would ya say if I asked ya t' marry me?"

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… He just… wished to speak to her? What on earth for?

Granted, while the lack of a head made it difficult for some to discern what it was the dullahan felt on more than one occassion, body language was easy enough to read if one paid attention - and hers was currently screaming both surprise and confusion. Another pause, longer than the previous one before she, against her better judgement, began typing out another reply. 

A traffic congested street isn't exactly the best place to conduct a conversation. |

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She did have a point. And he could be wrong, but it sounded like she was suggesting that they take their conversation someplace better suited for it. Wow, it was almost like she was asking him out! No one ever did that. Claire was beginning to like this girl more and more. 

He reached out and held one of her hands into his. "Yeah, yer right! So let's get outta here." He didn't know his way around here, but that was just a minor problem. 

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To say that the sudden voice caught her off guard was an understatement. No one ever approached Celty unless they were Shizuo and by the sight of the red hair and definitely smaller build - this was no Shizuo. Thinking that he might not have been calling to her at all, Celty quickly faced forward - fingers flexing as she gripped onto the handlebars of her bike. Of course, as soon as he made his approach, it was obvious that he was indeed attempting to grab her attention. 

For a split second, she paused, contemplating what to do. Traffic was still at a standstill so she couldn’t ride away from him - but she wasn’t particularly keen on the idea of having a conversation either. Finally, when she could not see any other way to tactfully bow out of the conversation - the phone appeared and she quickly typed up a message upon the screen. 

Can I help you? |

Considering he called to her in English, she found herself thankful that she could still speak the language.

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Claire stared at the phone for a while before looking up at the woman's face-- helmet, he couldn't really see her face-- and then back down at the screen. So she couldn't speak? But she heard him calling out to her, so this was something sort of like with Chane then? That was a shame, she probably would've had a nice voice. 

Well! That didn't matter! If she could talk through her phone, then she could talk to him. He flashed a smile at her. "Naw, I don' need anythin'. Just saw ya there an' I wanted t' talk to ya." 

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A heatwave had hit Ikebukuro - air rippling as the sun beat mercilessly down upon the miles of pavement that stretched between the endless buildings. Even riding at top speeds did nothing to alleviate the sticky pressure, much to Celty’s dismay. While she had a tolerance for most things, the heat was beginning to effect even her. She found herself envying Shinra that was away on business - and while the apartment they shared was up to date with central air and the like, she found that in his absence, the dwelling had become too large and too quiet for her liking. 

Thus the impromptu bike ride. There was nothing for her to do, no deliveries to make — even the rumours of the whereabouts of her head had died down to an inaudible whisper. In the beginning, she had been frustrated - but soon reminded herself that humans were not at all sociable in this type of weather. The best she could do was attempt to quell her boredom and ride as fast as she could - leaving no stretch of asphalt untouched.

Upon reaching the inner city, however, her riding came to a grinding halt - helmet tilting as she watched the traffic condense into a horrible mess. It seemed that unless she wished to drive over the others and their vehicles, for the time being she was stuck. 

How unfortunate.   

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"It would do you good to learn some tact." That was how Luck reasoned this relocation. Truthfully, it just sounded like the youngest Gandor wanted Claire to be as far away from him as possible. Which was fine. He could handle humoring his baby brother for a bit. Then again, going all the way to Japan for it was a little absurd. Sure, the Japanese were known for good manners, but couldn't he do this in Texas or something? Southerners were famous for their hospitality or whatever, right?

He wasn't making much sense; even by his own standards. It must've be the heat. This musty, muggy heat. New York was never like this. In the back of his mind, Claire made a note to make sure that the next world he woke up in didn't have heatwaves like this. His coat hung limply in his arms as he wandered around the city of... what was it? Ika-something-or-other, in search of finding a place to avoid the weather. Did Luck even arrange a living space for him here? Probably not.

His eyes traveled along the landscape until eventually hitting the crowded road. So taking a taxi was out of the question. Eventually, he spotted woman clad in black leather and balked. As bad as things were for him, it must've been worse for her. He glanced back at the traffic. It wasn't moving much, and he needed something to take his mind off the heat, so talking to the gal couldn't hurt, right? Right. Claire raised a hand and yelled out, " 'ey, toots!" before sprinting up to her.