[The wind is whipping his words back. But it's blissful. It's adrenaline and freedom. It's as close to the rush of takeoff as he's ever going to get here. He sticks the landing keeping the bike level, even. It slows, gradually, circling around back up the beach a ways, until Shiro parks it for a moment.]
But if you're putting your hands up, you're sitting in font of me.
[Shiro can be absolutely reckless with his own well-being (see, the lack of helmet). But someone else's? Never. He doesn't want to stop jumping, racing, doing stunts out here. If Shiro holds onto Min, then, he can punch the air all he likes.]
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[The wind is whipping his words back. But it's blissful. It's adrenaline and freedom. It's as close to the rush of takeoff as he's ever going to get here. He sticks the landing keeping the bike level, even. It slows, gradually, circling around back up the beach a ways, until Shiro parks it for a moment.]
But if you're putting your hands up, you're sitting in font of me.
[Shiro can be absolutely reckless with his own well-being (see, the lack of helmet). But someone else's? Never. He doesn't want to stop jumping, racing, doing stunts out here. If Shiro holds onto Min, then, he can punch the air all he likes.]
Deal?