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9lives (9lives) wrote in silverage,

Rex went back to giving the town car some half-hearted wipes as Aaron strolled over to the customer. This city, this time, it wasn't like home. The air was clearer, and while it had the unmistakable... glean of a big city, things just didn't get that dirty. Cleaning a smudge off the windshield, he looked up, aware there was a minor commotion around where the customer had pushed his bike through.

He'd only glanced briefly at the blond, enough to register that he was indeed a blond, and had a motorcycle. Now, as he got a good look at the vehicle, Rex let out a low whistle. That was not any bike you could find in 1964, not by a long shot.

"Hey," he said to Aaron as he strode over, not taking his eyes off the bike. "Didn't I say anything was possible in the future?"

"Yeah, but," Aaron's mouth was stuck in a slight gape. Rex had the thought to drive his car here one day, just to see the look on his face. "Um."