#◟ every single person has some skeletons | ↳ lucian scott & hari cha

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for @virtueofsanityx continued from here

"Usually yeah." Lucian spoke with a shrug "If I'm not their cup of tea usually the bike does it for them." he admitted. He couldn't help but scuff at her suggestion "Do I look like that type of guy?" Lucian questioned the stranger with a raise of his brows. "I guess you don't know what my intentions are." Lucian admitted as he thought for a moment "What would it take for me to prove to you that I'm not here for your organs and instead am just trying to make sure that you get home safely?"

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Lucian can't help the grin of amusement that spreads across his face at the women's rambling. This was not at all the conversation that he expected to have when asking the women if she needed a ride. "Hot scruffy motorcycle guy." He nodded along. He had never been much for reading unless it was instructions on how to repair something and even then he had always been much better with watching somebody else do it first. "You most read some very intelligent authors." he chuckled when she informed him that all these books said about his kind were that they were good in bed and dangerous. Lucian was going to point out how silly her plan was due to the fact if he was going to kill her he could simply take his item back but she had beat him to that conclusion herself during her little ramble. He laughed deciding to put her out of her misery before she talked herself into a nervous breakdown. "Listen I don't have much of any worth on my person." he admitted "This jacket on my back is about the only damn thing that holds any meaning to me anymore and you wont get it off of me unless I'm dead." He admitted. "What I can offer you is my full legal name and an address that you can send to a friend along with my picture that they could then send to the police if you don't call them within the hour? He offered "I'll even let you get all of my defining scars and tattoos." he spoke already rolling up his sleeves.

"you very much look like that type of guy, actually. you're...." hari raises a hand, waving it over his form, (a very fit form, to be sure), as if that makes her entire point. ".... hot, scruffy motorcycle guy. i read books, okay? i know that guys like you are two things." another emphasis of her point has her lifting her fingers to tick those two points off. "good in bed and dangerous. half of the recommended books on those little display tables are hot motorcycle guy books." she's definitely rambling as she says it, no longer even looking at the guy, but waving her hands about somewhat frantically to make her point. "insurance." she says it, snapping her attention back to him, eyes slightly wide and cheeks flushing slowly as she realizes her rambling nonsense. "what do you have on your person that's very special to you. i'm gonna hide it somewhere on my person until i'm safely home. then and only then would i feel comfortable getting on this bike with you. then again, if you are a land pirate, and you do harvest my organs, i guess you'd also just loot me, so maybe that doesn't work either."