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Prompt: Motorcycle (Rizwan x Dos)
“Huh?” Rizwan turned the handle again, but the motorcycle stuttered pathetically. “Why won’t it start?”
Dos, who had watched him for the last two minutes, put down the grocery bags to take up her signature pose, crossing her arms. “Because you insisted on driving two blocks to the supermarket.”
Yes, because walking could’ve attracted unwanted attention. Well, not more than having a broken bike in the middle of the parking lot, he looked around for any sign of M.A.T.A or Numeros.
He tried again, to no avail. That stupid thing was broken.
Dos groaned annoyed and came closer.
“Move.” She pushed him away from the starter. What did she know about motorcycles? “Give me a coin.”
Rizwan left M.A.T.A. on his own as opposed to Dos who fled Cinco with nothing. He was the one with the wallet.
50 sen coin handed over, she squatted next to the engine and used the coin as a screwdriver. Clever, Rizwan found himself amazed as she started the bike with a giant cloud coming from the exhaust, causing him – who stood directly in its path – to cough.
He could swear to have seen a slight smirk upon his suffering.
“Fuel intake adjustment,” Dos explained, watching the bike idle a tad unsteadily. “When the engine dies after a short trip.”
“How do you know that?” but her instant frown made him regret stepping out of line. Dos didn’t talk about personal things. Her dependency on Uno, her fallout with Cinco. From the beginning, she had made the professional relationship of their work clear – the common goal to track down Cero.
Whenever he wanted to learn more about the mysterious woman, his increasing fascination with her was shut down all the same.
He couldn’t blame her trust issues. After watching her suffer in the cell, seeing her hopes of getting rescued die from her eyes with every passing day.
Whatever feelings Rizwan had had for his mentor, they were replaced by anger. A part of him was even glad his demise had led to this, well, partnership .
“Uno taught me,” Dos said after a while, and he wondered not for the first time what exactly their relationship had been.
“I see.” He knew better than to push her. Let her overcome her issues with him, herself, and the world in her own time.
Whenever she was ready, he would listen.
As for now, the main goal consisted of getting the groceries back to the hideout. Once Cero was out, they could change that run-down dosshouse for something nice. If Dos wanted, that is.
Ready to take the seat, Rizwan felt a hand on his shoulder stopping him.
“Oh no.” Dos sat on the motorcycle. “I drive.”
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