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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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.
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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.