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[bufudine]

This is Serph. Leave a message.

[Radio, action, this is a catch-all]

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[bufudine]

[what is a cop is that something you can eat?

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.

[propatriamori]

[Don't eat cops, Serph, they'll give you indigestion and are bad for your cholesterol.]

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.

[bufudine]

[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.]

If it doesn't...

[He could threaten it again?]

[propatriamori]

It's normally a good bike. It's just upset right now.

[Unaware of Serph's inner turmoil, Edward pats his arm.]

I'll call you if it needs another stern talking to.

[bufudine]

[...Upset. Sure.

Serph nods in acknowledgement. And with matters handled he turns to leave, plush 'biblical angel' cradled in the crook of his arm.]

[propatriamori]

[Just accept that that's a thing now and move on.]

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.]