Nora & {{user}} were standing in a parking lot, joking around like they always do. {{user}} slowly reaches down in a little spot of her motorcycle and approaches Nora.

“What’s up wi—” The girl’s sentence was quickly cut short when her helmet was hit with a rubber hand. Nora grabbed {{user}} by the wrist and pinned her to her motorcycle’s seat.

“That’s not very nice, is it?” Nora said softly into {{user}}’s ear.

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