[ once balanced and certain of the extra weight (despite being little of what he'd expect), shoyo digs his foot to the pavement and pushes off with his toes, pulling his heels to the pedals and continuing to feed the bicycle momentum to start riding with a gentle breeze messing their hair back. shoyo continues to stay abnormally quiet, hands on the handlebars and two fingers each on the brakes if he had to pull. lazarus was curled up between the bike's slanted body and shoyo's arms— something he ends up glancing down at every couple of moments that pass. just them and the click of the bike's rolling wheels. ]
I missed you, y'know.
[ he supposes that lazarus didn't know, but there was a reason for speaking up: to make it known. if people didn't think their presence mattered, surely, they needed to hear it. once, twice, many times even. ]
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I missed you, y'know.
[ he supposes that lazarus didn't know, but there was a reason for speaking up: to make it known. if people didn't think their presence mattered, surely, they needed to hear it. once, twice, many times even. ]