[ holding on would be the best idea, percy. if ryo seems to be under the impression that percy is in duress, however, he doesn't seem to acknowledge it. he's too busy paying attention to the feeling of wind in his hair and the faint thrum of adrenaline that comes with being a reckless driver. if there's something to be noted about ryo, it's that this sort of freedom is freedom to him. like this, he's faster than most animals he's met across the boreal wilderness on the back of a monstrous fish - he's faster than most anything he's spotted out here at all.
sure, it isn't the same as his car back home or the bikes that he's lifted at the advent of the end of the world, but it doesn't matter. this, the rumble of the engine and the way he seems to expertly tilt his weight when he needs to to turn, is more comfortable than most anything at all he's encountered here. it's like he has something to prove, innately. or perhaps he has something to flaunt in someone's face. perhaps he's just a moody teenager with that pep and vigor of mistaken immortality thrumming through his veins.
even so, ryo takes the direction and skims toward the river, letting the bike border the lip of its bed. as they go, a few curious eyes of any assorted creatures follow them. he's always very careful to stay out of their range, however. if there's nothing more conflicting about his personality, it's that he's very contentious of the life around them in that context. ]
Does it look a little like that? [ he calls back to him, after a considerable spell of quiet. sure enough, there's something coming up quick ahead. ]
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sure, it isn't the same as his car back home or the bikes that he's lifted at the advent of the end of the world, but it doesn't matter. this, the rumble of the engine and the way he seems to expertly tilt his weight when he needs to to turn, is more comfortable than most anything at all he's encountered here. it's like he has something to prove, innately. or perhaps he has something to flaunt in someone's face. perhaps he's just a moody teenager with that pep and vigor of mistaken immortality thrumming through his veins.
even so, ryo takes the direction and skims toward the river, letting the bike border the lip of its bed. as they go, a few curious eyes of any assorted creatures follow them. he's always very careful to stay out of their range, however. if there's nothing more conflicting about his personality, it's that he's very contentious of the life around them in that context. ]
Does it look a little like that? [ he calls back to him, after a considerable spell of quiet. sure enough, there's something coming up quick ahead. ]