brimstonebiker:

@hellfirebound ​| starter call

Would it do for him to groan? Probably not, but he knows what must be done now regardless of personal opinions. At Ky’lar’s approach, he offers the man a tight smile, ever the courteous chauffeur, if for dropping the man at the nearest inhabited town. 
   Leaning back on the chopper he’s tentatively straddling, hands are planted around the saddle, nodding to the space behind him for the man to take a seat.

“Hey, stop dawdlin’. If you want a lift, hop on now, or else enjoy trying to tough it out here in this desolate place after dark.”

_{“Will you look at that – Johnny Blaze is offering me a ride.” Ky could have made a few more vulgar smart-assed comments, but restrained himself. After-all, Ky could have made it out of here with-out the other’s assistance, but it would have been far more taxing. So, he chose the easier option… this time around.
    “I wonder,” he said, getting on the bike with a smirk. “If people will talk about this.  I mean,  Johnny blaze giving the son of what was it – arch-enemy- a ride?” Obviously his words were sarcastic, but truthful all the same.}