#motorxmodo

    Bianca’s never exactly been good at staying in her own lane. Despite the rigorous amounts of social etiquette that had been drilled into her mind, she couldn’t just let things lie. Especially when they caught her attention like this did. 

       -- She had stopped dead in her tracks on the side walk to look at the bike that sat at the curb-- forgetting all about the meeting she was supposed to be attending. She was always late, anyway. It wasn’t like the Chairman would expect anything else from her. She turns her whole body rather sharply to give a quick study of the tires ; awing at the pretty dark blue hue of the bike’s paint job and humming as she gazes over the high handle bars. The bike is MUCH too big for her ( as most things are ) , but that didn’t mean she couldn’t give it the appreciation it so rightly deserved. In fact, she’s all but enraptured in this bike before she notices someone coming up behind her. 

      Her ears perk and the doe peers over her shoulder, stepping even more so off the sidewalk to grant her newest company room ( never mind how unnecessary this gesture actually is ) .

      ❛  – Oooh !  I am very sorry, sir, I must be in your way. I was just admiring this motorbike. ❜

       The little mouse gestures excitably towards the bike. Perhaps there will be a day when the agency will allow her to travel via her OWN motorbike to cases.

      ❛  -- Modo HONEY , you’re making me all flushed -- ❜   If one mouse could turn her into a giggling school girl, it was certainly THIS one. She holds her head back -- her white cheeks masked in a healthy pink glow beneath her fur -- as she offers her counterpart a big grin. 

“Hey, Uncle Modo!” 

It’d been so long since he’d last seen one of his very favorite family members, you couldn’t blame him for practically beaming like a little kid.

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