[At this point, like a fucking inadvertent asshole, Herbert walks (limp abruptly gone) down the steps from his trailer, a bag slung over his shoulder, and comes up a bit short a couple metres away from Yugo's bike.
Where...did he even go? Is there a horn on this thing? It's honestly kind of a bewildering motorcycle in general.]
Yugo? [Hesitant at first, and then when there's no response he yells, his voice somewhat ragged:] Yugo?!
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Where...did he even go? Is there a horn on this thing? It's honestly kind of a bewildering motorcycle in general.]
Yugo? [Hesitant at first, and then when there's no response he yells, his voice somewhat ragged:] Yugo?!