my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

toserveandtoprotect:

“Yourself?”

That’s, well-

-wow.

"That’s pretty impressive. I never knew anyone who built their own bike before now.”

He looks at the vehicle again, eyes focused on the engine and its intake.

“My dad rode, once upon a time. One of those things that you could race down the highways with - back when he was my age. I think I might start, too, if I can get a license and some gear.”

        “Yeah, this here’s my baby.” She pats the
        seat a couple times with the same affection
        a mother would a child. “But most of the vehicles
        here are inspected by me personally, so that’s
        not saying much.”

                  For a brief moment her eyes brighten
                  a little. Asami would be a liar if she said
                  she didn’t have a need for speed. Racing
                  was sort of a guilty hobby of hers. She’d
                  never (well, almost never) race on the roads,
                  but on the track, she loved it.

        “You should!” she encourages. “Driving is
        such a stress reliever for me. I don’t know
        what I’d do otherwise.”