OOC: More cunning than that cunning fox who was the lecturer for Cunning in Oxford but was then hired by the United Nations as the head of the Department of Cunning? ((Approximation of a blackadder sketch.)) I don't have any cunning plans. Unless you mean the songs we're going to rip off, then yes.<br/>"I'm not really hungry at the moment anyway. All my stuff's at my flat...I know." He placed his hand on his forehead and winced for a moment, before nodding. "Right." A dimensional rift pops open next to Chris-quite a large one at that. A familiar face pops out and glowers at him. "I have more important stuff to do than chauffeur your stuff to you." Reaching behind him, Soren grabs a carrier bag and hands it to Chris. "Right, enjoy kiddo." The rift closes and Chris runs down to the lower level and comes back in an identical, but cleaner looking pair of jeans, an "In The Flesh" t-shirt and a leather jacket. "Right, clothes, helmet...ah, he remembered the extra-strength gel. Be right back." Chris hurries downstairs, clutching a small tub and returns up a minute later, his former floppy red and black moptop replaced with a spiky mohawk. "If we're eating out then I might be able to grab my Harley. I didn't want to bring it inside..." He winced and grabbed his head again, before grinning. "Ah. Soren left it outside. Perfect."<br/>OOC: Yes, Chris has a Harley. And a leather jacket. I do love me the 70's