"S-sho." Makishima nodded in agreement. His cheeks flushed more at the use of his first name by someone he cared about. He didn't mind it when the bike boys did it, he understood it was a cultural thing, but from Reno it made that fuzzy feeling all the worse.

Makishima walked over, taking his hand and laying it across one of the handlebars of Reno's bike. "Come on, we can go back to my place for a bit. I uh...I'm not that good at telling people how to do something." He was one of those people that did far better with showing by action rather than words. The hidden meaning that Reno would actually get to see his place didn't need to be said.

"Thanks, Josh." He waved at his friend, who waved back still star struck as he gaped at the $50 bill in front of him. Just who was this guy anyway?