“I’m not your sidekick!” Lucy is quick to remind, stumbling along behind Bluebell as she’s tugged forward. “Wait, Lair?”
She was going to get to go to one of those, now? Her reluctance is almost completely gone by now, letting Bluebell take the lead.
“Well I can’t be the sidekick,” Bell huffed, “I’m older than you. That’d be silly.”
Leading the way back to her bike, she suddenly lit up, “OH! We could be a league! Aaahh, but you can’t have a league with only two members,” slowing to a halt, she crossed her arms and scowled at the ground next to her bike, tapping her foot rhythmically, “Alliance? Duo? Dastardly Glitter Twins? See this is why sidekick worked better.”
Lucy’s protests from earlier die quickly at the sight of Bell’s bike, focusing on that more than the other’s continued musing over what to call her. “What kind is it?” the teen asks suddenly, examining the machine as closely as she could.
Belle bounced on her toes, “It’s sweet, right?” she clapped her hands together, gladly gloating over one of her pride and joys, “It’s an YZF-R1, an ‘06. Normally they only got a 172 hp crank but I rebuilt most of this from scratch and got it up to 190. Better suspension and rear stabilization too. I could own a race in this bad girl,” she patted the side of the bike lovingly, “I gave it a metallic electron blue pearlescent paint. It’s also equiped with the de-regulator and a earlier vision of the invisibility generator for evading the cops. They always insist that 120 mph is too fast,“ she laughed.
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