It doesn't take any skill! Not at all like a bicycle, yeesh, what a nightmare — nah, a Vespa, you just sit down, and go see the world~
[ He pauses, standing straight again, chest puffed, hands on hips, contraposto, lids lowered smugly with a boastful little nonchalant pout on his lips, like it's no big deal... ]
...I owned one once. Won it in a contest. I've made several Vespas myself, too.
[ No comment about finding one in "this place." That comment made him nervous. He doesn't like being nervous. He wants to feel like he's got things under control... even when, in this particular moment most especially, he knows very much that he does not. He doesn't know where he is still, after all. So he's just smoothing right over that until he gets more information. Then, as soon as he figures out where he is and can get a map and maybe a snack for the road, yeah, he can find another Vespa here and just take it back to Portorosso from... wherever this is. Can't be far. Right? ]
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[ He pauses, standing straight again, chest puffed, hands on hips, contraposto, lids lowered smugly with a boastful little nonchalant pout on his lips, like it's no big deal... ]
...I owned one once. Won it in a contest. I've made several Vespas myself, too.
[ No comment about finding one in "this place." That comment made him nervous. He doesn't like being nervous. He wants to feel like he's got things under control... even when, in this particular moment most especially, he knows very much that he does not. He doesn't know where he is still, after all. So he's just smoothing right over that until he gets more information. Then, as soon as he figures out where he is and can get a map and maybe a snack for the road, yeah, he can find another Vespa here and just take it back to Portorosso from... wherever this is. Can't be far. Right? ]