[Trevor would've worn the leather pants he'd worn to the last fancy event to their little rendezvous ... except that Adrian had, ahem ... disposed of them.
He's wearing jeans and a brown leather jacket, though, when he answers the door.]
[Oh! Despite the fact that she will never know what happened to his nice (?) pants, she thinks he very much looks the part here. On the other hand, with she's looking slightly less prepared with her jeans and shirt so is this reckless confidence?
Revealing a helmet that she held behind her--]
Ready! And this is for you. You'll look very much like a rider.
[Also true. That she can probably wear no helmet, split her head, and it'll allll be fine.]
I don't ride with one. I often get caught by the authorities and they tell me that even countries aren't allowed a free pass and that I should be an upstanding role model to all my citizens.
[She's joking.] Mine's just on my bike. Come, come! [She immediately tugs at one of his hands.]
You can put it on there, I must show you my motorcycle. [She's a lot more upbeat than normal, so which is probably why she's even more likely to joke. Still, she wants to show him this baby parked just outside his house.]
[He lets himself be led since Sen seems to be incredibly eager to take him to her bike, tugging on the helmet as he goes despite her saying that he should just wait until he's outide.
Trevor knows nothing about motorcycles or about what they're supposed to look like, but hers seems -- clean? Clean is good, right?]
[Seeing how Trevor had already put on his helmet, she stops walking for the moment just to make sure it's secure on his head. There--
And then she heard it. He's not wrong: clean is good. Black is good. But his tone at seeing the beast and not even seeing the red accents on the wheels is telling her that there is no hope in this world and that love is dead.
Or more like:]
Have you... Ever been on one before?
[She's not even sure if he's seen one at this rate. Why did he choose the bike and not the car!!]
[Deities, it must be nice to be so ignorant of the RIGHT WAYS OF THIS WORLD. Such as this beautiful sleek machine that he has absolutely no appreciation of. But he's rolling with whatever she wants him to do, so...she can't fault him, can she?
Helmet on, she leans her head back, tilting it to avoid hitting right into his chest, and if he looks carefully, there's a sneaky smile on her face as she revs up the engine.]
Ready. You really better hold on tight because. I mean it.
[Because as soon as she looks towards the road again, the first thing does a sharp full spin, curving so suddenly to test his reflexes. Of grabbing on.]
[Trevor is definitely not holding on tight enough when she first takes off, but as soon as they're starting to curve he does tighten his arms around her.]
Shit!
[He feels rattled inside of the helmet, honestly, but he's not going to cop to that one.]
[All according to keikaku (T/N: Keikaku means plan). Now that he's securely holding on, she will gradually ease him into the beauty of motorcycles.
She slows first after that curve, making sure that he's settled before she hits the road again, moving straight along the road, not too fast and not too slow. Everything is smooth so far. The wind whips around them, and it could be counted as quite leisurely, so far.]
So? Slow enough? Faster? Fastest?
[Basically she's still going to be half a shit about it because he called her bike "Very Black".]
He keeps his arms settled around Sen only a little tighter than they were before, because -- honestly, he has good reflexes, thanks, and holding onto the thing that's going far faster than he's gone in a car (or it seemed like it) seemed like a terrible idea.
He grins, though, because -- well. It is sort of fun.]
[Don't distract her with puns because cake is delicious.
Exactly, she's the safest to hold as compared to everything else. And it's not like he has much choice either.
But faster, he says? She can't help but smile when he answers, since it looks like someone is coming round.]
Faster it is. Lean forward with me just a little, okay?
[And she accelerates, leaning as she suggested to minimise getting hit by all that wind and streamline them. There was a turn she was meant to take to get to a carpark that was spacious enough for him, but then seeing how he's enjoying this...she can take the scenic route.]
Very Black is pretty fast, no? [Clearly she's going to have to move somewhere they won't get into trouble for speeding so much.]
[Look, he just needed to adjust to the fact that they were actually going to be having to move with the bike. It's not exactly the same as riding a horse, although leaning forward when the speed picks up -- that's something you do on a horse as well.]
All right.
[He grins, the wind on his face decidedly pleasant, and then laughs.]
[It's interesting that he's already picking up on her movements from just watching and feeling, and it makes sense, his comparisons. In a way, these are metal horses, cars are metal carriages, and vehicles do get measured in horse power.
There's something about how he laughs as well, that now he's getting into it. And after he looked at her machine like it was just a hunk of metal. It's true that it needs to be experienced to be believed.
She's excited now, not just from the adrenalin, but also being able to share something she truly enjoys with someone so dear.]
Faster than a carriage, although I suppose it's not as secure as a car. But with this risk comes freedom. We can go almost anywhere like this. Almost. [Almost free and almost anywhere, only because they're still stuck in Duplicity. Either way, she should be taking him to an open factory space that no one was using, so she starts to bend to make the turn.]
[Taking them out of the main area of town is definitely a good way to go about things, since the thing Trevor's going to have the biggest problem with at first is the whole 'stopping' part. What's stopping slowly, what is 'easing off the gas'?
He doesn't do impulse control like that, nor reflexes. It'll be ... an adjustment.]
Almost. But this could probably get between cars, anyway.
[Oh man is she going to be in for a treat teaching him how to brake. Meaning it's going to be hard. But also fun because she gets to boss him around.
That being said, despite her demure behaviour and patience, normally, when it comes to everything driving related, she's about as bad as people can think. The traffic back home is horrendous, so moving between cars, bad breaking, honking, questionable speeding practices...a girl has to get it out somehow.]
I do it all the time.
[See? She needs to teach Trevor good habits but what if she thinks they're all good habits?]
B-but in moderation! [Phew, she caught herself in time.] Anyway, we're getting close, unless you want to us to drive around a little more.
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When are you available to do this?
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[Not that she does all the time anymore, but details.
But as she said, she's prompt, the sound of an engine alerting him of her presence as she slides off to get to the door.]
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He's wearing jeans and a brown leather jacket, though, when he answers the door.]
-- So, ready to go?
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Revealing a helmet that she held behind her--]
Ready! And this is for you. You'll look very much like a rider.
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He blinks, taking the helmet into his hands.]
And where's yours, then?
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I don't ride with one. I often get caught by the authorities and they tell me that even countries aren't allowed a free pass and that I should be an upstanding role model to all my citizens.
[She's joking.] Mine's just on my bike. Come, come! [She immediately tugs at one of his hands.]
You can put it on there, I must show you my motorcycle. [She's a lot more upbeat than normal, so which is probably why she's even more likely to joke. Still, she wants to show him this baby parked just outside his house.]
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Trevor knows nothing about motorcycles or about what they're supposed to look like, but hers seems -- clean? Clean is good, right?]
Ah, I -- see. It's very -- black.
[...yep.]
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And then she heard it. He's not wrong: clean is good. Black is good. But his tone at seeing the beast and not even seeing the red accents on the wheels is telling her that there is no hope in this world and that love is dead.
Or more like:]
Have you... Ever been on one before?
[She's not even sure if he's seen one at this rate. Why did he choose the bike and not the car!!]
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And she seemed excited about it.]
Er -- no, I don't think that I have.
[Besides, it looked more compact than driving around in one of those giant metal beasts. It just seems more practical.]
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For now, she looks horrified.
Immediately, she picks up her own helmet and slides into the bike.]
Get on and hold on tight. We need to drive to a place with a little more space, anyway.
[She must remedy this.]
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He slides behind her, even if he feels a bit silly being so much larger, and settles his arms around her waist.]
Lay on, then.
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Helmet on, she leans her head back, tilting it to avoid hitting right into his chest, and if he looks carefully, there's a sneaky smile on her face as she revs up the engine.]
Ready. You really better hold on tight because. I mean it.
[Because as soon as she looks towards the road again, the first thing does a sharp full spin, curving so suddenly to test his reflexes. Of grabbing on.]
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Shit!
[He feels rattled inside of the helmet, honestly, but he's not going to cop to that one.]
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She slows first after that curve, making sure that he's settled before she hits the road again, moving straight along the road, not too fast and not too slow. Everything is smooth so far. The wind whips around them, and it could be counted as quite leisurely, so far.]
So? Slow enough? Faster? Fastest?
[Basically she's still going to be half a shit about it because he called her bike "Very Black".]
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He keeps his arms settled around Sen only a little tighter than they were before, because -- honestly, he has good reflexes, thanks, and holding onto the thing that's going far faster than he's gone in a car (or it seemed like it) seemed like a terrible idea.
He grins, though, because -- well. It is sort of fun.]
Faster.
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Exactly, she's the safest to hold as compared to everything else. And it's not like he has much choice either.
But faster, he says? She can't help but smile when he answers, since it looks like someone is coming round.]
Faster it is. Lean forward with me just a little, okay?
[And she accelerates, leaning as she suggested to minimise getting hit by all that wind and streamline them. There was a turn she was meant to take to get to a carpark that was spacious enough for him, but then seeing how he's enjoying this...she can take the scenic route.]
Very Black is pretty fast, no? [Clearly she's going to have to move somewhere they won't get into trouble for speeding so much.]
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All right.
[He grins, the wind on his face decidedly pleasant, and then laughs.]
Better than a carriage, certainly!
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There's something about how he laughs as well, that now he's getting into it. And after he looked at her machine like it was just a hunk of metal. It's true that it needs to be experienced to be believed.
She's excited now, not just from the adrenalin, but also being able to share something she truly enjoys with someone so dear.]
Faster than a carriage, although I suppose it's not as secure as a car. But with this risk comes freedom. We can go almost anywhere like this. Almost. [Almost free and almost anywhere, only because they're still stuck in Duplicity. Either way, she should be taking him to an open factory space that no one was using, so she starts to bend to make the turn.]
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He doesn't do impulse control like that, nor reflexes. It'll be ... an adjustment.]
Almost. But this could probably get between cars, anyway.
[Don't pick up bad habits, Trevor.]
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That being said, despite her demure behaviour and patience, normally, when it comes to everything driving related, she's about as bad as people can think. The traffic back home is horrendous, so moving between cars, bad breaking, honking, questionable speeding practices...a girl has to get it out somehow.]
I do it all the time.
[See? She needs to teach Trevor good habits but what if she thinks they're all good habits?]
B-but in moderation! [Phew, she caught herself in time.] Anyway, we're getting close, unless you want to us to drive around a little more.
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