...Wait, so because you wanted to write a character with a motorcycle, you bought one for yourself?
[There are some times when you know, objectively, that your friend is rich as well as famous, but it never really sinks in until they start talking about how they impulse-bought a motorcycle for research for their fanfiction.
[ Wow, don't judge him, okay. He definitely has bought other things simply because he wanted to do research for his manga. A motorcycle is at least useful, right? And he does feel kind of cool when he's on it, so major bonus. And Reimi seems to think it's cool, which he doesn't want to directly admit is a bonus, but it certainly is. ]
Yeah. That's exactly why. I like it, though. It didn't work out for him but it did for me.
[ He really likes it. ]
You'll see why when you're riding.
[ He'll lead her towards where it's parked, near the building. ]
Hmm, that's pretty big talk, mister! I hope you're right, and this lives up to all the bragging you're doing!
[She laughs, though, and follows him easily, still toting the helmet with her as they go. And really, the teasing is mostly just for fun; she's already getting excited herself as they approach, and when they pull up next to the motorcycle, she's the first to run her fingertips over the seat, appraising the craftsmanship.]
[ And that doesn't sound up for debate at least. Definitely not up for debate. Since, he won't be able to really here her when he's on there with his helmet on, he sets it up near the handlebars, balancing it. He pats the back seat, offering a hand to her so she can climb on. He notes: ]
Since you'll be riding with me, this might not be a bad way to hear some Chroma, too. I'll climb on after you. [ He's definitely not had people on this bike with him before. ]
[That seems right and she doesn't know enough about motorcycles to dispute it. And she sure is still wearing a miniskirt, but she still figures out how to get a leg over the bike and herself settled on the back seat with a minimum of awkwardness, tucking her hair back smooth behind her ears so it's not in her face when she puts the helmet on.
Naturally, once it's in place, it's going to muffle any discussion she tries to offer, so she settles for just flashing him a thumbs-up instead.]
[ At least he assumes it is. He climbs on once she gives a thumbs up because that seems like the best time. He gets on. He straddles it with his feet firmly planted. He puts on his helmet, ensuring he can see perfectly.
Because they can't talk, he reaches to tap her leg. It is a signal that she should grab onto him.
Once she does (he'll wait) he'll turn on the motorcycle and get going. ]
[Well, well. What a gentleman. She takes the hint, however, and slides carefully forward in her seat until she's close enough to comfortably wrap her arms around him, pressed up flush against his back so that it's easier to rest her head against the back of his shoulder as well.
They're going to go fast, she reminds herself briskly, and checks the position of her feet to make sure they're sufficiently up and out of the way — and also that she's not going to lose a shoe by mistake in transit.
But soon the engine roars to life, and off they go — and she clings to Rohan all the more strongly, breath stolen by the sight of the city racing past all around them.]
[ There's a certain easiness when he's driving this. The way he can feel and see it move past them as he drives. There's no discomfort at the idea of someone being close to him and holding onto him. He's sure, in part, it's that he's on his motorcycle, and not exclusive to the idea of it being her. Though he, by now, was used to this level of contact with her.
The ride feels short - it had been, and he wished it was longer.
There's disappointment once he has to park it. When he stops, he'll step off before her. Leaving his helmet on, he moves his hand to her back to help guide her off.
He knows it is sad that the ride is over. Maybe, after their trip here, they can ride around town later. He'll see if she wants to later. ]
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[There are some times when you know, objectively, that your friend is rich as well as famous, but it never really sinks in until they start talking about how they impulse-bought a motorcycle for research for their fanfiction.
Or, well, original fiction, but you know.]
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Yeah. That's exactly why. I like it, though. It didn't work out for him but it did for me.
[ He really likes it. ]
You'll see why when you're riding.
[ He'll lead her towards where it's parked, near the building. ]
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[She laughs, though, and follows him easily, still toting the helmet with her as they go. And really, the teasing is mostly just for fun; she's already getting excited herself as they approach, and when they pull up next to the motorcycle, she's the first to run her fingertips over the seat, appraising the craftsmanship.]
Wow...pretty cool, all right...
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[ And that doesn't sound up for debate at least. Definitely not up for debate. Since, he won't be able to really here her when he's on there with his helmet on, he sets it up near the handlebars, balancing it. He pats the back seat, offering a hand to her so she can climb on. He notes: ]
Since you'll be riding with me, this might not be a bad way to hear some Chroma, too. I'll climb on after you. [ He's definitely not had people on this bike with him before. ]
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[That seems right and she doesn't know enough about motorcycles to dispute it. And she sure is still wearing a miniskirt, but she still figures out how to get a leg over the bike and herself settled on the back seat with a minimum of awkwardness, tucking her hair back smooth behind her ears so it's not in her face when she puts the helmet on.
Naturally, once it's in place, it's going to muffle any discussion she tries to offer, so she settles for just flashing him a thumbs-up instead.]
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Because they can't talk, he reaches to tap her leg. It is a signal that she should grab onto him.
Once she does (he'll wait) he'll turn on the motorcycle and get going. ]
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They're going to go fast, she reminds herself briskly, and checks the position of her feet to make sure they're sufficiently up and out of the way — and also that she's not going to lose a shoe by mistake in transit.
But soon the engine roars to life, and off they go — and she clings to Rohan all the more strongly, breath stolen by the sight of the city racing past all around them.]
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The ride feels short - it had been, and he wished it was longer.
There's disappointment once he has to park it. When he stops, he'll step off before her. Leaving his helmet on, he moves his hand to her back to help guide her off.
He knows it is sad that the ride is over. Maybe, after their trip here, they can ride around town later. He'll see if she wants to later. ]