After Shin finishes, they take their leave and start outside. And they just...walk.
Marty doesn't know what's going on, but the more they get down the street, the more he's convinced that Shin doesn't want to do anything. Or at least get into trouble. That he can understand fine; the guards are a little on the scary side and it's kind of late. The last few hours have been absolutely exhausting. He isn't expecting anything to happen when the motorcycle pulls up beside them, about as innocent as it can be.
He stumbles when Shin drags him forward, pushes the Valet aside, and punches the owner off of his bike. From then on his jaw is dragging on the ground as he hops on from behind.
"You, you just...!" Marty turns around to see the guards rushing to them, about as flabbergasted as they both could possibly be. But a grin curls his lips, and he leans forward. "Let's get the hell outta here!"
YES GOD THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
Marty doesn't know what's going on, but the more they get down the street, the more he's convinced that Shin doesn't want to do anything. Or at least get into trouble. That he can understand fine; the guards are a little on the scary side and it's kind of late. The last few hours have been absolutely exhausting. He isn't expecting anything to happen when the motorcycle pulls up beside them, about as innocent as it can be.
He stumbles when Shin drags him forward, pushes the Valet aside, and punches the owner off of his bike. From then on his jaw is dragging on the ground as he hops on from behind.
"You, you just...!" Marty turns around to see the guards rushing to them, about as flabbergasted as they both could possibly be. But a grin curls his lips, and he leans forward. "Let's get the hell outta here!"