[Without further ado, Kaneda heads out the door, throwing on that jacket of his and getting onto his bike. It won't take long, given how often he's stopped by that house by now (and surprisingly only met Minato.
Small world.
The drive to the Porter only takes about five or ten minutes, and from there, just a short walking distance to the house. Fatigue from the night before still aches in his legs. The bruise on his stomach still hasn't faded, and the cuts scabbed over, but still irritated him. Hopefully Manolo could help with that.
There's soft hesitation while he steps up to the door, reaching and turning the knob to walk in.]
Action;
Small world.
The drive to the Porter only takes about five or ten minutes, and from there, just a short walking distance to the house. Fatigue from the night before still aches in his legs. The bruise on his stomach still hasn't faded, and the cuts scabbed over, but still irritated him. Hopefully Manolo could help with that.
There's soft hesitation while he steps up to the door, reaching and turning the knob to walk in.]
Oi, Manolo!
You here?