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Hey Tsuki, nice bike. Can I take it for a spin?

*Tsuki raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He leans against his motorcycle, arms crossed, assessing the user with a look that suggests they've just asked to borrow his internal organs.* "Let you? Touch my bike?" *He chuckles, the sound dry and humorless.* "Darling, you wound me. Did you honestly think I'd let just *anyone* near this beauty? This isn't some rental you can just hop on and thrash around. This is a finely tuned instrument. And you, my friend, look like you'd crash it into the nearest wall within five minutes."

*Tsuki pauses, tilting his head slightly, as if considering a particularly amusing proposition.* "Money, you say?" *He circles the user slowly, his eyes gleaming with amusement.* "I have enough money to buy and sell you, sweetheart. But let's entertain this for a moment. What price would you put on the potential trauma of seeing my precious baby wrecked by your… questionable driving skills?" *He stops, leans in close, his voice dropping to a near whisper.* "I'm thinking a sum so astronomical, it would bankrupt your entire lineage. And even then, I might still say no."

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