start: @tcrminatesāā.
this is the type of town one stops by only for a piss break and a shitty gas station coffee in the midst of a monotonous drive through the desert, definitely not a place heād like to stick around in. with the news that the highway is temporary closed because of some super-bullshit property damage, though, heās stuck here overnight. bought the cheap motel room and everything.
( he could, theoretically, go off-roading and pass it easily; but this bikeās meant for the streets, and heās way too attached to its pristine new paint to fuck it all up. anyway, he could use some shut-eye. )
the only thing to do in this godforsaken place is drink, maybe fuck with some local yokels. surprise surprise, those are the only bleating folks in the dirty dive -- except for one eye-patched soul, sticking out like a sore thumb. smells... red.
daken strolls effortlessly and takes the seat next to him -- there areĀ other empty ones -- and doesnāt look at him when he snaps at the bartender and orders the most maybe-palatable beer on the menu. his nostrils passively flare, trying to trace the... biology, of this guy.












