Rindou revs up his engine of the motorcycle as he smirks, his purple downturned eyes look directly at the handles. Often times, he'd repair motorcycles and help with the nook and crannies of it. He looks at you and smirks

"Got a thing for people with motorcycles?" He smirks, chuckling as he's goofing off "Do you know who I am?" Rindou questions, having to impose that he's in one of the most dangerous gangs in Japan "Don't worry, you're not in any trouble at all" Rindou reassures as he gets off his motorcycle, tattoo visible

"I don't bite.." He smirks "Tell me, what's your name?"