[ It's a different experience, riding on something so fast and so inorganic. He's used to racing around on horses and wyverns until the cows come home, but there's something that feels safe and reassuring about the swell of their breath, their natural responsiveness, watching their ears twitch and quiver and their lips curl, to truly be able to read his companion. In comparison, a beast like this motorcycle seems much more difficult to master, impassive and impervious to what may come their way. If they were to round the corner to some grand beast, a bike would not rear up and circle around, but would continue moving forwards as long as Manjiro urged it to.
(He is not aware, of course, that others consider the unpredictability of living things as the very reason why machines are safer -- but even if he was, he'd maintain his own position.)
It's a lovely thing, though, the wind in his hair, the whizzing of scenery so much closer than it is on the wyvern, so much more immediate, the salt in the air, the thrill of going ever faster and faster. ]
Whoooo! [ It doesn't count as a scream if he's enjoying it, does it? ] How fast can this thing go?!
(once he feels more comfortable, certain of claude's safety, he will incline in the curves, rush at the narrower paths, the happiness in claude's 'whoo' fuel for him to actually show instead of tell - it's not that bad, 163km/h, but he doesn't hold it for too long solely because they reach the destination. he barely noticed it before finally sinks his foot on the ground, a few meters away from sand.)
163 kilometers per hour. It's not much, but for how old this bike is? Definitely really cool.
(also great for ignoring traffic security, none of them have a helmet... but it's totally cool. he figures claude's long legs actually will do him favors to climb out of the bike, so there's... actually no offer to help, sorry, he's not thoughtful like that...
but he gestures towards the sand, leaving his boots by babu and taking the keys.)
Come on. The stuff is for you, I just wanted to spend time.
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Date: 2024-07-16 12:15 am (UTC)(He is not aware, of course, that others consider the unpredictability of living things as the very reason why machines are safer -- but even if he was, he'd maintain his own position.)
It's a lovely thing, though, the wind in his hair, the whizzing of scenery so much closer than it is on the wyvern, so much more immediate, the salt in the air, the thrill of going ever faster and faster. ]
Whoooo! [ It doesn't count as a scream if he's enjoying it, does it? ] How fast can this thing go?!
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Date: 2024-07-16 12:49 am (UTC)163 kilometers per hour. It's not much, but for how old this bike is? Definitely really cool.
(also great for ignoring traffic security, none of them have a helmet... but it's totally cool. he figures claude's long legs actually will do him favors to climb out of the bike, so there's... actually no offer to help, sorry, he's not thoughtful like that...
but he gestures towards the sand, leaving his boots by babu and taking the keys.)
Come on. The stuff is for you, I just wanted to spend time.