[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.
[HEH, she chuckles to herself because yes. GIVE IN.]
You are indeed correct. I need to teach you all the basics, accompany you as you practice, and then it's time to get your own bike. Also don't damage this one.
[It's her baby.]
Anyway, you'll see the carpark will be practicing there. I'll just make a turn so we can go round into it through the entrance...
[Or she pounds it and let's it fly off the small ledge into the parking space, airborne for only just a a few seconds. Just to keep him on his feet.]
[Yeah, the whole 'damaging this one' thing is where he's probably going to have the most trouble. At least if he scratches the thing up, he'll have Dominant money to pay for it ... maybe?
But then she's putting them in the air again and he squeezes onto her waist with a low grunt.]
You know, if I didn't know better -- I'd think you enjoyed that.
[He does know better, Sen. He knows your dirty little secrets.]
[ONE SCRATCH. ONE SCRATCH and she wants the most beautiful paint job he can ever give. The fact she's letting him use this bike is the Most Trust. Trust!!
Did she enjoy that? What made him think that? She is innocent, as she laughs when they zoom through the air and lands with a light bump thanks to the landing.
She spins to a stop, and then takes off her helmet before leaning her head back to look at him.]
Whatever do you mean? [INNOCENT.] Don't tell me you didn't.
[She taps her chin in thought, look as long as he says he enjoyed it too--]
Perhaps. I am still responsible! You're going to be drilled so thoroughly before I consider you ready. [She pats his hand.] But...if I said that I may have been a little more reckless just to impress you on how fun it is, can I blame you instead?
[Does she ever think of some of the things she says? She means this in the most pure way possible. Probably........prob...ably...
ALSO BAD. Only she can pick on him, he can't pick on himself if it's going to make him puffy.]
Perhaps...I could still blame you. [She takes one of his hands and kisses his palm.] But I won't, since you handled every bit of that like a true hero. That was your first time riding!
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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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[Yes, okay, he's getting excited to do this, all right?]
Since I assume there's some sort of basics that we need to teach me before I run the thing around.
[Again, just like learning to ride.]
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You are indeed correct. I need to teach you all the basics, accompany you as you practice, and then it's time to get your own bike. Also don't damage this one.
[It's her baby.]
Anyway, you'll see the carpark will be practicing there. I'll just make a turn so we can go round into it through the entrance...
[Or she pounds it and let's it fly off the small ledge into the parking space, airborne for only just a a few seconds. Just to keep him on his feet.]
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But then she's putting them in the air again and he squeezes onto her waist with a low grunt.]
You know, if I didn't know better -- I'd think you enjoyed that.
[He does know better, Sen. He knows your dirty little secrets.]
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Did she enjoy that? What made him think that? She is innocent, as she laughs when they zoom through the air and lands with a light bump thanks to the landing.
She spins to a stop, and then takes off her helmet before leaning her head back to look at him.]
Whatever do you mean? [INNOCENT.] Don't tell me you didn't.
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I never said I didn't. I said that it seems an awful lot like you did. You're supposed to be Lady Responsible.
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Perhaps. I am still responsible! You're going to be drilled so thoroughly before I consider you ready. [She pats his hand.] But...if I said that I may have been a little more reckless just to impress you on how fun it is, can I blame you instead?
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Mm. Sure, you can blame me instead. I'm a great scapegoat, remember?
[Self-deprecating...humor...]
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ALSO BAD. Only she can pick on him, he can't pick on himself if it's going to make him puffy.]
Perhaps...I could still blame you. [She takes one of his hands and kisses his palm.] But I won't, since you handled every bit of that like a true hero. That was your first time riding!
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[He stretches his arms over his head again, sliding off the bike.]
All right, so -- let's get started, then.