With Maria safely (for a given value of safe) ensconced on the back of the bike, Foxglove dusted off like a bat out of parking space. Keeping up wasn't that hard a job, as she couldn't be making more than 30 to 40 mph. She also needed frequent stops, but with the city traffic lights, that wasn't a problem.<br/><br/>At a red light up ahead, she flew right up to it, and landed, grabbing onto a horizontal support to hang upside down in front of them. She stuck her tongue out, but smirk on her face. Maria sighed. "She gets smug about being able to fly. She delivers pizza part time, 20 minutes or it's free, you know the sort of thing."<br/><br/>It turned out they were both first year students, 'freshers' at the University, Maria doing a bio-technology degree, and Foxglove doing Music and Stage Arts. Being together was simply a matter of both answering the ad for the same student accomodations. They'd hit it off, and found a shared love for rock music, and voraphilia. Getting down to where Cast Iron Stomachs had been playing had been a trek, but worth it. So when Cast Iron Stomachs, and Motorhead came to town, they had to be there.<br/><br/>The bat landed at the doorstep of a mid-terraced house, an old one, bay window, two story, the sort of thing you found in hundreds of streets in residential areas of the city. She had a key fob out, but waved it across the door rather than using the key. Maria whispered, while they still had their helmets on.<br/><br/>"Her wing tips aren't good for fine manipulation. Usually she hangs from a roof mounted bar using her wing thumb claws, and uses her toes. Fortunately, we got some help with fitting out the place for her needs. Best not to mention it, okay?"<br/><br/>As they came in through the open door, you cold see the electronic deadbolt that the keyfob activated. Foxglove was standing there, wings folded, head slightly tilted in a querying expression. "Being over-protective again, are we?"<br/><br/>Maria immediately got her own expression, to be precise 'busted'. "How... I thought using the helmet radios would defeat even your hearing!"<br/><br/>The bat smirked. "Didn't overhear anything. I just know you. So I can't write fine caligraphy without a special perch. So what? I can fly, and on the ground, my wings are stronger hands for the big stuff than regular arms. Plus they give superior cuddles. I'm not sensitive about it." Noticing Maria's stricken expression, she added, "... but it's nice that you care."<br/><br/>The hallway was narrow, front to back, with stairs going up and an understairs set of shelving and coat rack. An open doorway at the back led through to a kitchen, and a door to the right and front almost certainly led to a sitting room. In all it was a lot like coming home for Chris, cheap landlord supplied furnishings, lamp shades and underlying decoration, though an effort had been made to make it look nice, with hanging plants, colourful posters of music bands and films, and hanging drapes. It was clean, and had a floral scent faintly present.