[ hello shenhe!! how did you make your way to the racetrack? i guess it doesn't really matter.
if she's just standing by or watching or just like, in the area, shenhe will hear a sudden rev of an engine, and then a motorcycle comes zooming down the stretch of the racetrack at top speed, the rider wearing a helmet obscuring their face. it's not coming towards her but also ... nyoom.... ]
[loud noises are curious and she is investigating.
speaking of loud noises, the motorcycle scares the shit out of her. she steps back several steps and just stares as it zooms by, eyes wide. she may have instinctively summoned a fire sword.
[ thankfully, the fire sword draws said rider's attention. the bike slows to a stop - the person on it sits up, and takes off his helmet in a fwoosh of his hair.
it's fei du! he's grinning, flushed in the cheeks. ]
[huff. she pauses, though, and then moves a little closer, close enough to touch it.]
... I will try it. [she's so disgruntled about new things happening every week - she finds it hard to keep up with the technology, with the new rules. maybe that's her insecurity, is not knowing how to make herself fit.
but she trusts him. so... it's less intimidating here.]
[ it doesn't have to be emotion share to tell that fei du's pleased! actually, it doesn't have to be emotion share to tell he like, really likes this place. a racing track is his ideal location!!
he smiles though, and gestures to the back where there's a rack of helmets. ]
[oh i'm glad you made art of that icon i just saw that art]
Alright. [she will! put on a helmet! she very clearly does not like the helmet but she does it. she's like, wildly - not clumsy, she's not a clumsy person, she's just not very good at doing this without some measure of stupid because she's not used to it.
but she'll go where he instructs her. her hair is too long for this helmet.]
he. does not laugh, even if he kind of wants to. he will in fact very nicely help her get the helmet on, and gathers up her hair, feeling around in his pockets before coming up with a hair tie to pull it up into some semblance of together and out of the way.
once that's all settled, fei du puts his own helmet back on, sliding onto the bike properly, and makes sure there's space. c'mon on you go ]
Make sure you hold on tightly, alright? We'll start slow.
[ because he is a nice and good boy and a gentleman, he does not rev the engine. once they're settled in place, he pats her hand gently, then settles his on the throttle and starts the bike. the engine comes to life with a purr instead of a scream, and instead of taking off at top speed, he pulls them onto the course going nice and slow.
he makes an accepting noise, just loud enough to be heard over the rumble of the engine. ]
You might want to hold on tighter.
[ and then, he gives the engine a little more gas. it's not quite as fast as he was going earlier, but they start to pick up the pace, speeding around a corner and leaning forward a little further. wehehe ]
okay, like, it's a faster pace but she's not startled by it - so when she wraps her arms around him it isn't a panicked thing it's just a like, let's go sort of thing. she's not very good at expressing joy in any way but like, this is - very good, she's loving this.
there's a little hah that he might hear her let out.]
the little hah is enough permission for him that when they round out the corner, the engine buzzes again and fei du really gives it the gas - it picks up in speed with a growl of the engine, and and he adjusts his grip on the throttle like an expert, grinning behind his helmet because he Also loves this to death. this is one of his favorite things to do in the entire world.
the bike continues to pick up speed as they go down the thoroughfare - he weaves them in and out of a couple of shadow people racing around like an expert, smooth as silk. nyoooom ]
[she holds onto him a little more tightly as they weave in and out of traffic, as she watches him do this - this thing he enjoys. and while she's enjoying it too, she thinks that the fact that he's so happy is what is making this for her.
it's an Experience. and while she isn't the sort of person to whoop or yell or anything like that, it's something she's going to remember.
he can probably feel her start to lean into the turns, adjusting with him as they zoom.]
[ that's good, because he takes one turn especially fast. expertly, without even breaking a sweat, fei du turns the bike and it tilts, down, down close enough they could almost touch the ground, and then zips back up, drifting around like a professional.
for fei du, acts like this - dangerous bike rides, drifting in one of his fancy cars, staying out late and partying, trays of white lines and alcohol - are a reason to feel something. the more adrenaline there is, the better, the chance to remind himself, sometimes violently, that he's alive, that death is just an inch away. his complicated relationship with life, death and emotions compound here, and while he's not the type to whoop and holler either, it's good to feel alive.
when they reach the marked finish line on the course, he finally starts to slow down. they've blown every other competitor out of the water, at this rate, and the bike rumbles as fei du laughs, tilting his head back. ]
she's never been a death seeker, not really. the way she's experienced life has always been distant, a series of rules and complex instructions that she had to follow. meditation, restraint, balance. you can't feel. if you feel, you'll hurt people. this is for the good of the world - you can't bring ruin to people like this. watching life happen through a sheet of plastic is how she's been since she was very, very little.
but here, people have been coaxing her away from that. she can eat what she wants. she can watch movies. she can try on clothes. she can spend time with people who mean something to her. it feels like she's getting away with something.
[ cute... what a cute reaction! it's nice to hear shenhe so bright. fei du leans his head back a little to look at her through the visor of his helmet, smiling enough that his eyes are crinkled. ]
It was, wasn't it?
[ ehehe. he loves this race track more than any other location they've ever had. it feels good to have some adrenaline pumping through his veins that's not from suffering. it feels even better driving a fast vehicle that's not giving him flashbacks.
he finally turns the bike off and kicks down the kickstand with his foot, and leans back into the hug, reaching down to pat her hand. ] Helmet was worth it.
[she will stay here for a little bit because she has been trained into liking touch. she's like a stray cat that hisses at you for the first few weeks and then eventually you can't do anything without her sitting on your keyboard.]
The helmet is annoying, but I suppose it is useful. [she's going to take it off with one hand, though.] I can see why you enjoy it, though.
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week 3, tuesday
if she's just standing by or watching or just like, in the area, shenhe will hear a sudden rev of an engine, and then a motorcycle comes zooming down the stretch of the racetrack at top speed, the rider wearing a helmet obscuring their face. it's not coming towards her but also ... nyoom.... ]
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speaking of loud noises, the motorcycle scares the shit out of her. she steps back several steps and just stares as it zooms by, eyes wide. she may have instinctively summoned a fire sword.
there he goes...]
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it's fei du! he's grinning, flushed in the cheeks. ]
Easy, easy, it's just me.
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Oh. Hello, Fei Du. What is that? [she just comes a little closer - she'll drop the fire sword, at least, but the motorcycle makes her wary.]
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no fire sword is good. he props the helmet on the bike and pats it. ]
It's called a motorcycle - I have a few of them, at home. Come check it out.
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What purpose does it serve? [she's watching you, motorcycle. one wrong move and it explodes.]
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[ do not blow up this motorcycle its his new baby. he would buy it if he could buy it from this place. ]
I race them with my friends at home, sometimes. Do you want to try?
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How do you not get thrown off... [it's not a no, she's just like why are you a weirdo who finds danger fun]
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You just have to learn how to control it. [ like almost anything else. ] It's not like it's a living thing, either. It doesn't really fight back.
If you wanted to try with me, you wouldn't get thrown off by holding on tight. I wouldn't let you fall, darling.
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[huff. she pauses, though, and then moves a little closer, close enough to touch it.]
... I will try it. [she's so disgruntled about new things happening every week - she finds it hard to keep up with the technology, with the new rules. maybe that's her insecurity, is not knowing how to make herself fit.
but she trusts him. so... it's less intimidating here.]
Show me.
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he smiles though, and gestures to the back where there's a rack of helmets. ]
Go grab a helmet, and hop on behind me.
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Alright. [she will! put on a helmet! she very clearly does not like the helmet but she does it. she's like, wildly - not clumsy, she's not a clumsy person, she's just not very good at doing this without some measure of stupid because she's not used to it.
but she'll go where he instructs her. her hair is too long for this helmet.]
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he. does not laugh, even if he kind of wants to. he will in fact very nicely help her get the helmet on, and gathers up her hair, feeling around in his pockets before coming up with a hair tie to pull it up into some semblance of together and out of the way.
once that's all settled, fei du puts his own helmet back on, sliding onto the bike properly, and makes sure there's space. c'mon on you go ]
Make sure you hold on tightly, alright? We'll start slow.
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she climbs on after him - she's a little hesitant about touching him, but she does! she holds his waist, and does, in fact, hold on tightly.]
... I'm ready. [she is Not Sure about this but she's gonna try.]
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time to putter along for his poor shenhe ]
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this is - nice, actually? like, it's new. she's never gone this fast before... she holds on, peering at the track around them, and then:]
... You can go faster. [ok so maybe she likes dangerous things and they're fun too don't look at her]
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he makes an accepting noise, just loud enough to be heard over the rumble of the engine. ]
You might want to hold on tighter.
[ and then, he gives the engine a little more gas. it's not quite as fast as he was going earlier, but they start to pick up the pace, speeding around a corner and leaning forward a little further. wehehe ]
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okay, like, it's a faster pace but she's not startled by it - so when she wraps her arms around him it isn't a panicked thing it's just a like, let's go sort of thing. she's not very good at expressing joy in any way but like, this is - very good, she's loving this.
there's a little hah that he might hear her let out.]
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the little hah is enough permission for him that when they round out the corner, the engine buzzes again and fei du really gives it the gas - it picks up in speed with a growl of the engine, and and he adjusts his grip on the throttle like an expert, grinning behind his helmet because he Also loves this to death. this is one of his favorite things to do in the entire world.
the bike continues to pick up speed as they go down the thoroughfare - he weaves them in and out of a couple of shadow people racing around like an expert, smooth as silk. nyoooom ]
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it's an Experience. and while she isn't the sort of person to whoop or yell or anything like that, it's something she's going to remember.
he can probably feel her start to lean into the turns, adjusting with him as they zoom.]
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for fei du, acts like this - dangerous bike rides, drifting in one of his fancy cars, staying out late and partying, trays of white lines and alcohol - are a reason to feel something. the more adrenaline there is, the better, the chance to remind himself, sometimes violently, that he's alive, that death is just an inch away. his complicated relationship with life, death and emotions compound here, and while he's not the type to whoop and holler either, it's good to feel alive.
when they reach the marked finish line on the course, he finally starts to slow down. they've blown every other competitor out of the water, at this rate, and the bike rumbles as fei du laughs, tilting his head back. ]
Alright back there?
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she's never been a death seeker, not really. the way she's experienced life has always been distant, a series of rules and complex instructions that she had to follow. meditation, restraint, balance. you can't feel. if you feel, you'll hurt people. this is for the good of the world - you can't bring ruin to people like this. watching life happen through a sheet of plastic is how she's been since she was very, very little.
but here, people have been coaxing her away from that. she can eat what she wants. she can watch movies. she can try on clothes. she can spend time with people who mean something to her. it feels like she's getting away with something.
she hugs fei du a bit tightly from behind.]
Yes. [she says, brightly.] That... was fun.
[c:]
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It was, wasn't it?
[ ehehe. he loves this race track more than any other location they've ever had. it feels good to have some adrenaline pumping through his veins that's not from suffering. it feels even better driving a fast vehicle that's not giving him flashbacks.
he finally turns the bike off and kicks down the kickstand with his foot, and leans back into the hug, reaching down to pat her hand. ] Helmet was worth it.
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The helmet is annoying, but I suppose it is useful. [she's going to take it off with one hand, though.] I can see why you enjoy it, though.
I am glad you have this now.