No, no. It’s cool. Gonna get me some popcorn and Spriiite. -grins- And hey, you know you could take off your helmet if you want. I don’t really mind or care at all.
-Casually using a fancy dancy retro popcorn machine-
The black rider placed a finger on the mouth of her helmet and tapped it silently as the man made his way over to the strange popcorn machine. She had never really taken off her helmet anywhere except within the comfort of her own home. She felt so exposed without it, and it also made her feel even more different than usual. Shinra always told her she looked more beautiful without her helmet. It made her feel nice, but she never understood why. She didn’t have a head? How did that make her beautiful?
“I-I don’t really think that’s a good idea.”
Why’s that?


