Reizu chomped up his last pastrie and stood up. "Where we going? Ah, heck. It doesn't matter." He went uptairs for a second before coming down in a white demin jacket with matching pants. "Ok, where are my gloves? Oh, there they are." He slips on his black leather and brushed his hair into wild straight. "Perfecto. I'm ready. And I'm ready to pick up my bus too."<br/><br/>OOC: What's a Harley? A motorcycle?