I believe they're supposed to be. I think whoever made it chose to make them cute rather than accurate.
[Based on Serph keeps touching and playing with the toy, Edward is pretty sure he's had a win here. When asked about his motorcycle, he rolls his eyes.]
It's annoyed with me. I can't ride it in this form so it has to travel with the Tank.
[He knows, he knows! A sentient motorcycle? That's almost as crazy as a sentient computer programme who can turn into a demon!]
Fortunately, it doesn't seem inclined to run away.
[In fact, the bike has rolled up behind Edward to glower at Serph. It doesn't like you, buddy!]
I keep telling it I'll ride it again as soon as I'm able, but I don't think it believes me.
[The motorcycle makes a soft vrrrrrrr sound. Can you believe it, Serph? Edward has been riding in the Hellcat, which is a car, not a motorcycle! He can't even drive it!]
[If the bike tries something funny to him, Serph will perform acts of violence upon it. The only warning it'll get is a courtesy thanks to Serph being fond of Edward.
Since apparently Edward has been talking to his motorcycle... Serph folds his arms and frowns down at it.]
If Edward didn't mean to ride you later, you'd be left behind. Keep causing him trouble and I'll turn you into scrap.
[If it were possible for a motorcycle to narrow its eyes, the bike is sizing up Serph. It starts to make a motion towards him, then immediately chickens out and zips behind Edward, much like a chastised little dog. Edward reaches behind himself and puts a hand on its handlebars.]
That's right, I have every intention of riding you again. I just can't right now. And I would feel better if you stayed with the tank instead of going off on your own.
[The motorcycle honks its horn, once, and then mournfully wheels over to the tank.]
Fortunately that seems to have solved Edward's motorcycle woes, though Serph certainly feels a strange twinge watching what should be an inaninate object, incapable of moving save under the direction of its rider and/or physics, act with some level of expression.
[Isn't it so weird? That a thing that didn't begin with sentience now has it? Serph's expression pinches as he can't decide what his feelings on the matter are, besides hoping that his vehicle doesn't suddenly get an attitude.]
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[They look kind of nubby though. Serph prods at one of the plush nubs with a finger. And because it's pleasantly soft, he gives it another squeeze.]
I see.
[He does not. He doesn't say thanks, but he does keep the toy. ...He pats it again before his gaze slides out to the motorcycle.]
Is your vehicle malfunctioning?
let's say this is before Edward got his leg fixed
[Based on Serph keeps touching and playing with the toy, Edward is pretty sure he's had a win here. When asked about his motorcycle, he rolls his eyes.]
It's annoyed with me. I can't ride it in this form so it has to travel with the Tank.
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It's... a vehicle.
[He sounds completely nonplussed. Transportation don't have emotions as far as he knows.]
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I know.
[Edward makes a shushing gesture at his bike.]
It's been acting strangely since the carnival. It seems to have... something of a mind of its own, now.
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Vehicles, even ones that seem to be able to unerringly follow the Convoy's route, don't have minds that's ridiculous.
...Is this how humans felt when they learned he was a computer program that gained thoughts and feelings?]
That seems... inconvenient.
[It would be rather hard to escape a motorcycle that moves on its own. G-good luck reining in your bike, buddy.]
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Fortunately, it doesn't seem inclined to run away.
[In fact, the bike has rolled up behind Edward to glower at Serph. It doesn't like you, buddy!]
I keep telling it I'll ride it again as soon as I'm able, but I don't think it believes me.
[The motorcycle makes a soft vrrrrrrr sound. Can you believe it, Serph? Edward has been riding in the Hellcat, which is a car, not a motorcycle! He can't even drive it!]
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Since apparently Edward has been talking to his motorcycle... Serph folds his arms and frowns down at it.]
If Edward didn't mean to ride you later, you'd be left behind. Keep causing him trouble and I'll turn you into scrap.
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That's right, I have every intention of riding you again. I just can't right now. And I would feel better if you stayed with the tank instead of going off on your own.
[The motorcycle honks its horn, once, and then mournfully wheels over to the tank.]
Well, then.
[Did they just good cop-bad cop a motorcycle?]
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Fortunately that seems to have solved Edward's motorcycle woes, though Serph certainly feels a strange twinge watching what should be an inaninate object, incapable of moving save under the direction of its rider and/or physics, act with some level of expression.
He nods towards Edward.]
Come find me if it gives you trouble again.
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Thank you.
[Edward shakes his head and laughs quietly.]
I have to admit, it's been a new experience, having the vehicles gain sentience. Hopefully my bike will get along with Andrew's car.
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If it doesn't...
[He could threaten it again?]
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[Unaware of Serph's inner turmoil, Edward pats his arm.]
I'll call you if it needs another stern talking to.
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Serph nods in acknowledgement. And with matters handled he turns to leave, plush 'biblical angel' cradled in the crook of his arm.]
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Goodbye, Serph. Thank you for your help.
[From the Tank, the motorcycle honks moodily as Serph moves past it, but it stays where it is, huddled in the Tank's shadow.]