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[It's evening, as evidenced by the general dim light in the room. The living room of Nonah #5 has been the scene of a lot of mayhem, and now doesn't seem to be any different.]

[There's a cut on the Iron Bull's face, and he's holding himself with the care of someone who knows damn well he's hurt something important and doesn't want to make any sudden motions. There may also be glass stuck in one of his horns. More small abrasions decorate his torso. Looks like the aftermath of Motorcycle vs. The Iron Bull didn't end well for anyone.]

[As he records, he's moving gingerly across the house to deposit one (1) unconscious lump of teenager -- namely the Problem Child Tetsuo himself -- into a room. Probably his own room. Only after that's done, does Bull address the camera.]

Hey. Got a message for you, network.

[One might say he forgot it was on, but it's also more likely this was purposeful. Demonstrating the kid is in hand, put somewhere safe and no longer charging through the streets.]

Dear Whoever the Fuck Made Tetsuo's Bike,

You should have made it Bull-Proof.

[It's at this point, he holds up a certain finger on the hand still possessing all of its fingers. Wow, Bull, stay classy. He's about to turn the feed off when someone else pipes in, from somewhere else in the house--]

And would someone come heal my big, dumb boyfriend! Please?

[THANKS CHARLIE. Bull makes a sudden face, and hurries to mash the OFF button.]

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[... what the hell. What does the kid have in mind here.]

[Something tells him he should go, even if he wasn't the one who dragged Tetsuo's sorry butt back home again.]

[So he heaves himself up, gingerly. And follows after Kaneda.]

[Kaneda stops by the hallway, going to grab something from his room really quick--the smell of...something filling the air. Bull might not recognize it at first, but whatever it was, Kaneda had doused the rag in it.

He doesn't say anything, walking past Bull and towards the back, where the bike's remains are.]

... What's that you've got?

[He doesn't move to stop him, though he does set a hand on Kaneda's shoulder as the boy passes him. He doesn't grab him. Doesn't bar his path.]

[Just. Sets one beefy hand there. It could be brushed off or pushed away easily. He's hoping it won't. Just long enough for an answer.]

[It's not stopping him, exactly, but he feels the sudden strain on his walk, slowing down to a stop just as he's about to pass him. That giant hand rests there, like it's asking for permission rather than moving to stop him.

He doesn't turn around, but that gloved hand clenches that rag tighter.]

I'm sending that bike to hell, where it belongs.

All right. Fair enough...

But that doesn't really answer my question.

[Translation: I won't stop you just tell me what the hell you're doing so I can pretend to tell you no.]

[Kaneda doesn't want to say it out loud, but he does uncurl whats in his other hand.

A lighter.

And the rag smells awful. Like some kind of gasoline.]

[Okay, something's going to catch fire. He hasn't seen gasoline actually ignite, yet, but he's used lighters often enough by now.]

[It's enough to make him fall into step with the kid, regardless of information.]

[Kaneda walks outside, through the backdoor that leads to the yard. It wasn't hard to find the bike--the yard isn't insanely big and the bike is kind of hard to miss, just look for the pile of scrap metal and rubber.

Kaneda hated that thing. He honestly couldn't explain why. There was no sign of it being faulty, or even that there was anything suspicious about it. But he hated it, and his intuition wanted him to destroy it.

Call it a gut feeling.

There's a moment as he takes it in with his eyes, brows furrowed into a look you'd give to a gross bug you just stepped on. His foot moves forward, kicking a piece of metal loose to make a little area for the rag to go into as he readies the lighter.

Holding the rag just above it until it catches fire almost instantly. The light flickers off his face, something oddly solemn in that expression as he holds it over the bike's remains, flames licking against those gloves before dropping it in.

It doesn't take long for the bike to soon catch fire, Kaneda taking a step back to watch it.]

... Well. That's one way to get rid of it.

[He's not saying he disapproves. Honestly, he was sort of wondering how the hell they were going to deal with the wreck, anyway. Just what did you do with junked machines around here?]

[He stands back, arms folded, watching the fire. Also good to link that smell to the purpose. Fire.]

[For a while, Bull doesn't say anything. Just watches the bike burn.]

So.

What do we do once it's burned?

[And they're left with blackened motorcycle bits.]

video | after the Hotel Rescue Shenanigans

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