Thief With A Bike ~ Krii7y

~~~ { 17 } ~~~

Some of the nice cars had left already by the time they got back to the bikes, but none of the other bikers had left, they were all hanging around their bikes, talking, laughing, and showing non-bikers their bikes.

Since revving wasn't allowed, the only noise was that of voices. It almost made John more anxious, but Smit was all but worried, being his social self, he had to say 'hi' to everyone.

Smii7y seemed great around kids, and loved to talk with them. Their starry eyes, and gleeful attitudes towards him usually fuelled his hype.

Maybe John should ask him about that. He didn't see Smit as the type to like kids.

However, right now, Smit was currently talking to three kids, while their parents were elsewhere. Probably close around, just looking at bikes or something. Whatever the case may be, the kids seemed super excited to talk to Smit regardless.

"Yo, whats good man?" John heard an unfamiliar voice beside him.

"Oh-! Hey man!" John turned towards the voice to see a biker. He was wearing dark blue, and his helmet was metallic midnight blue, with what looked like light blue chameleon paint of some sort.

His outfit was not what caught Johns eye, it was the tattoo that was barely shown past his  sleeve. A wine cup, with a raven on the edge, and a snake wrapped around it, it's mouth revealing its sharp, taunting fangs.

The same emblem on Puffers bike.

"Hey, I ain't like that." Apparently John got caught staring. "I was born into the gang, I don't really participate. It's more of a brand." He continued. "I'm Droid by the way."

Brand. John hated that word.

"They brand you?" John asked. He'd have to take a closer look at Smit next time. Not like he wasn't already, he just hoped that it was more subtle then when he looked at Droids tattoo.

"Yeah, big gangs do it, like to keep members in check, you know?" Droid had a hit of another accent, but John wouldn't quiz him. He sounded like he was telling the truth, so he let him continue. "You get to choose where you get it though. Unless your a lady, then you get it on your lower back whether you like it or not. More like human trafficking than anything these days."

That didn't sound nice.

"Kryoz, by the way." John held out a hand, and Droid shook it quickly.

"Should've hid this better." Droid chuckled, covering his tattoo better. "I was going to come with a friend, but he was held back."

"Ah, I could be your friend for now." John offered, Droid seemed like a good guy, and if he was telling the truth, his story checked out. 

Smit had other ideas though, as he must've seen the tattoo as well. He gave Droid one concealed glare, grabbed John by the forearm and pulled him away, like a jealous girlfriend. 

"Let's not make friends with gangsters." Smii7y scolded.

"You know him?"

"No, at least not without his face, but I know that tattoo, and you don't need to be friend with him." Smii7y almost shouted at him, but kept it cool.

"His name is Droid. That ring a bell?"

As John half expected, Smit stopped in his tracks and stared at John.

"Your fucking with me." Smii7y looked at him, an aura John couldn't recognize surrounded his figure.

"No, I'm not Smit." John answered honestly. He didn't really want to upset him, but he also didn't want to get him angry, or emotional.

"DROID!" Smii7y whipped around to a confused Droid, who once he recognized Smit voice, looked even more confused.

Smii7y started walking towards him, fighting with his visor, before finally flipping it up, and staring at Droid in his eyes.

"Do you recognize me now?" Smii7y said quietly, before flipping it back down.

"Smii7y?" Droids heavy confusion settled, and sprouted sorrow. "I thought they killed you afterward."

"They were too ashamed to say they lost their slut." Smii7y mumbled something, then continued. "Cover this up some day, yeah?" He poked Droids arm where the tattoo was.

"I'm working on it." Droid confessed. "I was going to do a full sleeve as cover up."

"You actually get out?" Smii7y mumbled, being quieter since before he was worried he got everyone's attention.

"Nah, but they won't care, I'll get shot before I get out at this point." Droids looked towards Smit sadly.

"Pezzy?" Smit looked toward John quickly, but then looked back to Droid. Was he just making sure he was there, or?

"He's a runner, you'll fine him around the city somewhere." Droid answered, he sounded prideful.

"Helping others get out still?" 

"What do you think?" Droid chuckled.

"You still visit Pezzy, don't you?" Smit said in an odd tone.

"Ugh, Yeah... Maybe." Droid mumbled.

"Man, I feel like I'm third wheeling." John mumbled, barely audible. He was becoming very jealous over who got to hang around Smit, or even had his attention. His low mumble got Smit's attention towards him, exactly how he wanted.

"Oh, sorry John!" Smit turned back around to face John, "how about we go talk to Tyler and Eli?" He gave Droid a shallow nod, to which Droid only shrugged too.

John didn't really want to talk to anyone but Smit, but not all dreams come true.

~~ A/N ~~

I'm doing fun facts on every chapter because it can help with character development and views that aren't biased to one character!

- Fun Fact! -

Smii7y does not know how to show proper affection, so he does it through gifts and money because who doesn't like money? John just doesn't know this because he's naive.

Smii7y is also very cuddly because he feels safe, which isn't a feeling he gets often, just how John chases his 'love high' in previous chapters.

- Sincerely, Winter.