[ 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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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.