Chiyo Tohsaka (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
eien_no_chou) wrote2013-03-25 09:52 pm
eien_no_chou) wrote2013-03-25 09:52 pm
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Chiyo barely manages to prevent herself from circling the neighbourhood again just for fun, for the sake of riding this wonderful machine a little while longer, but it seems as though if she tarries for too long her passenger may expire entirely, and she can feel herself getting chilled thoroughly to the bone by her clothing.
The last thing she needs mid-grail war is a bout of pneumonia, so she brings the rumbling beast to a stop in front of the driveway of her house. Shizuka is in the doorway, and if Chiyo cared to examine her expression for more than a moment she might have chastised her for the open shock - said something about catching flies with a mouth hanging open like that. She steps off the bike and leaves Michel languishing in the sidecar.
"Have Madarame drive the bike and the boy back to his hotel," she says lightly, breezing her way past her bewildered servant. Once inside she can hear her clothes dripping water onto the floor, and her socks make wet splat sounds on the wood once she discards her shoes. She makes it all the way to her bedroom and immediately sheds her sodden clothing, wrapping a towel around her middle before collapsing into a chair with a breathless laugh.
That was quite possibly the most fun she'd ever had before in her life.
The last thing she needs mid-grail war is a bout of pneumonia, so she brings the rumbling beast to a stop in front of the driveway of her house. Shizuka is in the doorway, and if Chiyo cared to examine her expression for more than a moment she might have chastised her for the open shock - said something about catching flies with a mouth hanging open like that. She steps off the bike and leaves Michel languishing in the sidecar.
"Have Madarame drive the bike and the boy back to his hotel," she says lightly, breezing her way past her bewildered servant. Once inside she can hear her clothes dripping water onto the floor, and her socks make wet splat sounds on the wood once she discards her shoes. She makes it all the way to her bedroom and immediately sheds her sodden clothing, wrapping a towel around her middle before collapsing into a chair with a breathless laugh.
That was quite possibly the most fun she'd ever had before in her life.