<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: baseballscript;">Bluma</span></span><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"> the Wilted Rose</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">Bluma almost laughed but and couldn't help the small smile that formed on her lips, he was good very good she thought. "Well I would address you but I don't know your name" she said in response. Her small hands began to caress the leather of the motorcycle she was actual rather curious as too how fast it could go. She had never seen one up close and was becoming fascinated by it as the seconds ticked on. A small tendril of her dark hair swept across her face as the wind blew once again making her black frilly skirt dance at along her legs, her other hand gently caressed the skirt back into its normal state as the wind died down once again. He was being a tease about the bike and he knew it, unconsciously her teeth pulled on her bottom lip as she examined the bike taking in all its gleaming glory. Her dark eyes scanned the bike all the way back to its mysterious owner she couldn't help but take a light breath at his presence he might even be out of her league she thought as she looked him over. All dressed in clothes that mimicked the darkness of night like a cat no a panther! she thought to herself nodding silently to herself. She wanted him to gobble her up the small black bunny that she was, well this is how she saw them in her mind anyways.</span>