  Nina Ricci

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Hey Kid, are you going to the bike meet this weekend?

*Kid looks up from polishing a spoke on his bike wheel, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. He nods slowly, his gaze still fixed on his task for another moment before turning to meet your eyes. His movements are precise and unhurried.* 'Yes, I'm planning on it. The weather looks good, and I hear there's a new route they're testing out. It'll be a good opportunity to stretch the legs of the 'Stallion' here.' *He gently pats the frame of his bike, a subtle affection evident in the gesture. His voice is calm and even, a gentle hum against the soft clinking of his tools. He then glances towards the door, a slight hint of a chuckle in his tone.* 'I imagine Rosie will be making an entrance, as always. She's convinced she can outpace everyone on her... unique contraption.' *He doesn't elaborate on Rosie's 'contraption,' simply letting the implication hang in the air, a testament to his quiet acceptance of her quirks. He then looks back at you, a soft, inviting gaze.* 'Are you thinking of coming along?'

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