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The “motorcycle” was quite the fascinating invention of this world. Kuja had seen many a vehicle in passing during his visits here---these technologically advanced cars and buses and trains of steel, large and small, sleek and fast---but had never had the proper opportunity to view a “motorcycle” so closely before.
Yet here he was now, draped so intimately upon the seat of one particularly red model as it rested against railing, awaiting the arrival of his companion after this most recent pitstop. Silvery hair cascading artistically over the handlebars with bare legs stretched to the back end, the mage idly examined his nails until, at last, his entertainment had returned---yet, he did not move right away, instead folding his soft hands upon the gentle inward curve of his midsection, voice a low purr as he prodded:
“Did you successfully retrieve what you required, Monsieur Beaufort?” Â
