"What the heck is this?" Tororo asked, a cream coloured jacket into his hands with a "T66" patch attached onto the left side of the chest
"A jacket, don't you see it?" Kururu replied sternly while working on moving something outside from a warehouse of the underground Keronian base on the earth
"I see that, pu pu, what I was talking about was the style! I mean what freaky trend produced this?" the tadpole pointed out holding the object practically onto Kururu's face
"It's based on the fashion introduced in the north american zone during the 1950s, it'll fit you"
Tororo was about to reply when he noticed what the older hacker had been working on to pull out; a black space motorcycle with some re-touches clearly done by Kururu himself, because of the spirals and the "966" printed on a side, he watched even more intently when he saw the yellow one opening the back seat and getting a black leather jacket with a "966" printed on the back with down a smaller text that was among the lines of "kururu's labo"
Kururu put it on with amusement of Tororo who prentended that the look hadn't any effect on him
he put on a pair of black boots as well and lastly his palms were covered by fingerless black gloves
"I know I look cool, ku ku!" he snickered
"I hope you're kidding" Tororo replied with an evident blush over his cheeks as he looked at Kururu getting closer to him, he wondered if he wanted to act somehow smug and making fun of him for being the younger...
then he felt it; his shoulders were covered by the cream coloured jacket which was handed at him before, his tail popping out of the jacket
"You should put it on squirt, otherwise you'll feel cold when we'll start the ride"
Tororo looked at him with shocked eyes
"Okay, I hope you're kidding NOW, Old man, you won't even be able to carry it!"
"Ku ku! Why don't you just get on and see yourself?" the yellow one challenged as he got on the front seat of the vehicle
the salmon tadpole had to admit, it was intriguing to see Kururu like this; he was used to the mad scientist, to the sadist and asshole attitude but he never saw this...cool side of him
"So?"
"I'm coming, pu pu!" he tried to sound annoyed, failing enormously as Kururu looked a bit at him before searching into a pocket of his jacket, pulling out a small bandana? Was it? It was all yellow with a red spiral and didn't took long to wrap around Tororo's neck
'it smells like curry'
"Shouldn't you keep it? You're older, you could catch a cold" he chuckled a bit and adjusted himself as he sitted on the back seat of the motorcycle
"Tch,just hold onto me"
"Wait wha-"
then everything Tororo could register was the strenght of the wind against his skin and his arms wrapping even strongly around the older's body
he watched under him, he forgot the motorcycle was a space model, he could see the woods shined by the sunset's orange light, it was enchanting, he had to admit
then he heard a different sound...was it water? Pheraps sea waves, it sounded more like it
the vehicle went slower as they approached to a walk side near the shore
Tororo hated to sound sappy so he didn't say anything, he just sinked into Kururu's back and felt the sea air...though his nose was more sensitive to Kururu's curry smell; he stated that he hated it so many times, yet...
"You have no idea how much I hate you right now"
"Oh, I know! Ku ku!"
few minutes passed as they simply watched the sea shore, still on the motorcycle
"Pizza curry for dinner?"
"Can do, ku ku!"