anyway, much like the bike - when the stoplight turns green, fei du grins, and pushes his foot to the floor. pedal to the metal. the fiskar's engine vrooms, loudly, and the car takes off as he shifts gears. they are going directly through the shibuya west exit bus terminal and shooting around those giant round ramps you have to fight minamimoto on in cursed another day. cursed.
fei du drives the car even better than he drove the bike, somehow. no jumps this time, but he is clearly having a blast as he flies down the freeway in a sports car with his passenger, living his best undead life.
okay, well, at first she's absolutely startled as fuck. she doesn't shriek, but she does let out a startled noise and grab at the interior of the car like she's going to die. but.
after a second? it's... kind of fun, actually. this is really fast. she's not sure she's ever been on anything that goes this fast, and also? he looks like he's having a blast. so...
after a moment, she stops grabbing at the seat with white knuckles, and leans forward. okay! okay. zoomies!]
fei du's even better with the car - he sends them flying around a corner with an expert spin of the wheel under his palms, make the tires squeal as they peel out and race down the corners of shibuya. at one point, he even throws the gearshift and puts it in reverse, then drives backwards around the alley in center street, right arm over the back of the passenger seat, watching over his shoulder, clearly just having like, a really good time.
which is good! he probably needs it more than he's really let on. he's egged on by any reactions, and only stops when they get to another stoplight - after having zoomed through a couple yellow ones seconds before they turned - hitting the brakes hard and turning to grin at her. ]
[just like with the bike - it makes her laugh, when he takes corners like a madman. when he reverses, she turns to watch him maneuver through the alleyway, expression bright and pleased. this, she thinks, is a little more fun than the bike, even.
and when he turns to grin at her, she gives him a little grin in return - it's something where her nose wrinkles and she looks impish. emotion, the way she hasn't been able to express since she was little.
a pause, and then:] I don't know if laws exist here, but that felt illegal.
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she's so dubious but she will, in fact, hold onto her seat? help]
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anyway, much like the bike - when the stoplight turns green, fei du grins, and pushes his foot to the floor. pedal to the metal. the fiskar's engine vrooms, loudly, and the car takes off as he shifts gears. they are going directly through the shibuya west exit bus terminal and shooting around those giant round ramps you have to fight minamimoto on in cursed another day. cursed.
fei du drives the car even better than he drove the bike, somehow. no jumps this time, but he is clearly having a blast as he flies down the freeway in a sports car with his passenger, living his best undead life.
wheeee ]
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okay, well, at first she's absolutely startled as fuck. she doesn't shriek, but she does let out a startled noise and grab at the interior of the car like she's going to die. but.
after a second? it's... kind of fun, actually. this is really fast. she's not sure she's ever been on anything that goes this fast, and also? he looks like he's having a blast. so...
after a moment, she stops grabbing at the seat with white knuckles, and leans forward. okay! okay. zoomies!]
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fei du's even better with the car - he sends them flying around a corner with an expert spin of the wheel under his palms, make the tires squeal as they peel out and race down the corners of shibuya. at one point, he even throws the gearshift and puts it in reverse, then drives backwards around the alley in center street, right arm over the back of the passenger seat, watching over his shoulder, clearly just having like, a really good time.
which is good! he probably needs it more than he's really let on. he's egged on by any reactions, and only stops when they get to another stoplight - after having zoomed through a couple yellow ones seconds before they turned - hitting the brakes hard and turning to grin at her. ]
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and when he turns to grin at her, she gives him a little grin in return - it's something where her nose wrinkles and she looks impish. emotion, the way she hasn't been able to express since she was little.
a pause, and then:] I don't know if laws exist here, but that felt illegal.
[lmao]