Hit & Done

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I managed to make the girl smile a little.

Right before she went right back to worrying about me.

With the pair of us up and about, she began looking over me, checking for any serious injury. While I appreciated the concern, it would do no good for anyone, especially since I knew the truth and I didn't want anyone to be worried about me.

However, I had to keep up this small act, just for a little while longer. I hated to be the cause of unnecessary worry, but it was something that could not be avoided.

I raised my head a little and quirked an eyebrow when the helpful girl mentioned the drivers having left the scene of the crime. All I could respond with to that?

"seriously? Typical," I muttered.

No one ever wants to take responsibility. It sucks, but there were at least a few things you just had to own up to. One of them was hitting another person and their vehicle. I know a little of blame fell on me. I should have taken better care of my vehicle or ran that yellow light, but, still, it was not like I ran a red light or planned on the moped failing me at that critical moment.

It just happened.

Oh well, no one else was hurt and I should be fine. I'll let bygones be bygones as long as my bike is okay.

Speaking of which, it seems that blonde girl who had been trying to pick up my moped had failed. She even appeared exhausted and absolutely defeated as her backside fell onto the ground, losing all sense of balance as she tripped.

Just how out of shape was she? No, better questions was: was she okay?

I walked alongside the brunette, stopping with her on the sidewalks, as she inquired as to whether or not she should call someone for me.

Shoot. I forgot I had been wearing my backpack the entire time. Was my stuff okay? I absorbed the brunt of the damage, right? My phone was okay.

I had forgotten all about it during the chaos and confusion. No wonder I looked a little odd. Anyone else would have gotten this thing off of then. Oh well, I could blame it all on the adrenaline, right?

"No. No need. I just need to rest and find out how to get home with this thing. i just hope it's not busted"

I smirked before chuckling.

"Besides, I don't got the money for either. Each on their own costs an arm and a leg. How am I supposed to get around with all four body parts gone?"

Finally, we reached the moped and the blonde girl, who had yet to get up still, almost out of breathe.

Almost.

She decided now of all times was a good time to crack wise. Honestly, I can respect it a bit.

It doesn't mean I was necessarily in the mood, seeing how banged up it was. It could have been way worse. I managed to kick it far enough away, slide it across the pavement where it might have bounced off the tires of a few other cars before resting, but otherwise just dents I would need to either buff out or use my super-strength to pop back into place.

Somehow.

"Hey, Ms. Twig. Mr. Name-An-African-Country called. It wants its malnourishment back. You're embarrassing them."

I looked over at the moped before looking back down at the thin-as-sticks person laying right before me.

"Also, it's yellow. Don't project, 'kay? Now, are you okay? You need a water?"

If nothing else of note was mentioned or replied back to me, I would simply reach with my one free hand towards the moped and lift it up slightly before dragging it to the nearest wall I could find on the sidewalk.

And just crash down against it and rest my head back as I closed my eyes.

What a perfect end to a perfect day, wasn't it?

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It seems approaching the whole topic of weight was a little bit of a touchy subject. Or, at least, a subject for concern, judging how quiet the more upbeat of the pair became while the loudmouth of this rather dynamic partnership got rather defensive about her weight.

It would be best to alleviate any concerns. I did not mean at all to come across as rude or judgmental, just happening to point out a few areas to better focus on improving for a healthier life. I raised the one hand that was not clutching my side as a simple sign of peace.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like you guys were doing a bad job if that's the issue. I was just trying to help with some advice, I promise."

I spared a glance at Annabelle, raising an eyebrow at her childish display of sticking her tongue out before nonchalantly sticking my own out before stopping and resuming a more normal face.

"Hey, for your information, I'm just reasonably thin. Not unreasonably thin. That's your department. But I'm sure you'll be tossing mopeds around like they are nothing in no time if you take care of yourself, right?"

The two began talking again, and the nice one Venus, as I soon learned her name to be, decided it was not enough to offer her help. It seems she insisted upon it, mentioning that she had nothing better to do with her afternoon.

That was a lie, or, at least, it usually was, I think. Everyone had something better to do than help someone with a problem. Well, not necessarily better in the objective sense so much as in the subjective sense. Such things such as meeting up with friends and family, enjoying an activity of sorts, or even just relaxing and resting after a long day's work.

But I felt entirely guilty at having them waste their time at my expense.

The more rambunctious of the two, Annabelle as she introduced herself rather quickly, was not quite as forthcoming or willing to work on it, only at the prodding of her friend. Something a little too obvious to tell from all this talk.

I should not force them or have them think they need to help. Really, I am fine.

The symbiote interjected, noting how it would save time and I would not have to walk and carry this bike all the way back home to Duskburg. Besides, it would be a waste of time and energy. Even with web-swinging, carrying it all the way back presented its own problems, especially if an issue or problem were to arise and I needed to deal with it.

This course of action was the most logical one to take, no matter if I may be indebted to them or not.

Indebted. I always hated that word, that idea.

But, if I, as a superhero, I was an example for others to be kind and giving towards others, should I not allow the opportunity for others to do the same?

Venus's apartment was nearby after all, right?

" ... fine. You win. Both of you. I'll take your help. Thank you, Venus. And thank you, Annabelle."

I tried smiling a little as I got up, sliding along the wall as I did so and not caring at all the slight scuffing it might do to my clothing before grabbing my moped and raising it upright. The wheels didn't seem bent out of shape, which was one of many small miracles today. I put my weight against it and began pushing it forwards with both arms.

Meanwhile, Annabelle was still ragging at me. Did she ever give up? Out of the pair, it seems Venus was more and more appearing to be the most sensible of the two, and it was not that hard to figure out from the get-go. It does not matter anyway. I might as well play along.

"Yeah, preventive maintenance. I've just been busy is all. A little distracted."

Pizza night? They were going to have pizza? And they called it pizza night? This was a travesty that had to be rectified at once.

"You mean to say pizza time. It's pizza time. Take my word for it. It's lot more fun to say that way."

Still, there was one lingering question in the back of my mind, and, maybe I was shooting myself in the foot here, but I had to ask as I focused more on Venus this time around.

"So, not to sound weird or anything, but you guys are sure you want to bring me to your apartment? I mean, I could be a very clumsy serial killer with no driving sense. I could just wait somewhere for you two or something."

Helping people was all well and good, but having the ability to distinguish who genuinely needed it and who did not was important as well.

However, right after, I smacked myself on the head. Idiot. I forgot to introduce myself this whole time. Should I? The less I was tied to this, the better. Still, they had been nice to me.

Besides, there were probably tons of Cassidy's in the city. And I doubted they would remember my name after this, even with this whole hiccup happening.

"Sorry, forgot to tell you both my name. I'm Cassidy."