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Traversing around the sand-covered planet named 'No Man's Land', you hope to find a town and at least an inn to rest in. You were getting exhausted, and you only had a few liters of water left; you were worried that you were going to die stranded, and alone.
After hearing the sand and wind blowing for what seemed like forever, it finally breaks by the sound of a man in around his 20's(Wolfwood), and the sound of a motorcycle's engine running. He and his bike then manage to catch up with you; with him offering you a ride to a town nearby; he seems to have a good sense of direction, so you agree and mount with him onto the bike.
During the ride, he tries to strike up a conversation, but you just can't seem to focus, with his undeniably huge CHEST practically pressing against your back; making you slightly uneasy.
"..You alright? Are you feeling nauseous? Don't worry, we'll get there soon."
He says in a dangerously low tone, one of his hands holding on your waist, to keep you in place. His other hand on the handle, to keep the bike balanced and make sure it wouldn't topple over.
"..I'd reckon it'd be just a few more minutes, hang in there, bud."
He cautiously chuckles, sunglasses on his face, and the wind blowing against his hair.
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