[ Hm. An interesting solution but Winter's not so sure he likes that. For one, it makes Astarion's position a bit more precarious with only one hand. Two, if something else should happen, Winter's fairly certain he's going to get his hair pulled, and not in any way he enjoys. ]
I'll have to take you up on that, but for now—
[ Winter goes quiet a moment, if only because he doesn't want to split his attention too much. In that time a familiar cool touch slides over Astarion's hand in his hair, gathering up dark waves to hold them in place. Yeah, we're using a tentacle as a makeshift ponytail holder. ]
[Oh. Well... That's one way to do it. He watches with vague interest--because Winter's tentacles never not going to be interesting to him, no matter how often he sees them--as it curls past his wrist and loops around the warlock's hair.]
Ah, to have an extra pair of hands. [Or tentacles. Astarion releases his hair, then, and loops his arm back around Winter, feeling more sturdy.]
I’ll have to show you all of their great many uses one of these days.
[ Just gonna let that hang there a moment. Take it as you will, Astarion.
It seems Winter has a decent handle on going in a straight line now, so time to try a corner. He takes it slower, instinct telling him to lean into the turn. Once again, it’s a bit wobbly, but decent. ]
Well, they make a turn, and Astarion clings on tightly. He will put that information in his back pocket for now, all for the sake of focusing on the task at hand: not falling off this bike.]
I suppose you have, since we haven't taken another tumble. Perhaps you're a natural. I'll be loyal follower amid your burgeoning street racing career, Winter.
[Anyway, there's a light coming up, turning yellow...]
[ Oh no, you know he's blowing right through that intersection, and nearly getting clipped in the process as a car speeds by, horn blaring. Unlike Lae'zel, he did not do any reading beforehand. ]
Car horns blare and warp in sound as they blaze on past. That was impossibly too close for comfort, and Astarion doesn't even consciously register the way he yelps right into Winter's ear or the sudden death grip he has around his boyfriend's middle.]
YELLOW MEANS SLOW DOWN!
[help he might not have a driver's license, but he's noticed that much!!!]
Of course there are rules. [Help. This man. He loves him, but good gods. He really just dove in, didn't he?] Have you not paid attention to the lights changing color before?
To be quite honest— [ AH, they wobble again and Winter quickly faces forward. The instinct to look at Astarion when he speaks to him is so strong. ] —I was always a bit more concerned with the lights coming at me at startling speeds.
Well now that you are the one careening down the street like the handsome madman you are, perhaps it would be helpful to look into these fiddly rules so you don't kill yourself zipping down the road one day? Hmm? Hmm?
[Oh. The seaside theme. He cottons onto that too, which is probably given away by how his voice grows just a wee bit fond. (If they can hear it over the whir of the city passing them by.)]
[ The subtleties are kind of lost as they zip through the streets, but if he knows Astarion like he does, he’s surely understood what Winter is getting at. ]
It’s the least I can do after throwing you in the garbage earlier.
As long as you accept the consequences of your actions, then I suppose I might one day forgive you.
[Heh.]
Come now, be quick about it. [says Astarion, who was yelling when they were going to fast the street like minutes before] If we're quick about it, we can catch the sunset.
You asked for it. I'll not you hear complain about going too fast again, alright?
[ That's all the warning Astarion really gets before Winter urges the bike faster, zipping through the streets toward the bay — just in time for sunset. ]
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I'll have to take you up on that, but for now—
[ Winter goes quiet a moment, if only because he doesn't want to split his attention too much. In that time a familiar cool touch slides over Astarion's hand in his hair, gathering up dark waves to hold them in place. Yeah, we're using a tentacle as a makeshift ponytail holder. ]
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Ah, to have an extra pair of hands. [Or tentacles. Astarion releases his hair, then, and loops his arm back around Winter, feeling more sturdy.]
That's better for now.
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[ Just gonna let that hang there a moment. Take it as you will, Astarion.
It seems Winter has a decent handle on going in a straight line now, so time to try a corner. He takes it slower, instinct telling him to lean into the turn. Once again, it’s a bit wobbly, but decent. ]
I think I’m getting the hang of this!
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Wait, does he mean...
Well, they make a turn, and Astarion clings on tightly. He will put that information in his back pocket for now, all for the sake of focusing on the task at hand: not falling off this bike.]
I suppose you have, since we haven't taken another tumble. Perhaps you're a natural. I'll be loyal follower amid your burgeoning street racing career, Winter.
[Anyway, there's a light coming up, turning yellow...]
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Hells!
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Car horns blare and warp in sound as they blaze on past. That was impossibly too close for comfort, and Astarion doesn't even consciously register the way he yelps right into Winter's ear or the sudden death grip he has around his boyfriend's middle.]
YELLOW MEANS SLOW DOWN!
[help he might not have a driver's license, but he's noticed that much!!!]
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[ Ohhhh, the lights. Damn, he didn't even look at the lights. There's a lot to pay attention to in the driver's seat, okay! ]
I see. There are rules to follow after all.
[ Winter??? ]
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Of course there are rules. [Help. This man. He loves him, but good gods. He really just dove in, didn't he?] Have you not paid attention to the lights changing color before?
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Well now that you are the one careening down the street like the handsome madman you are, perhaps it would be helpful to look into these fiddly rules so you don't kill yourself zipping down the road one day? Hmm? Hmm?
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I'll do my homework as soon as we get back. Promise. For now, we're out here and we may as well make the most of it.
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Very well. You've convinced me. [it was that easy] Where to, love?
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Wherever we like. How does the bay sound?
[ The two of them kind of have a seaside theme going on. It seems appropriate. ]
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Oh, I see. You're taking me on another date.
[Heheh. That's a "yes", by the way.]
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It’s the least I can do after throwing you in the garbage earlier.
[ He loves you boyfriend. ]
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Oh yes, you'll be making that up to me for a while yet.
[Yes, spoil him! Spend time with him! Let him bully and/or hog his boyfriend all for himself for even more hours in the day.]
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[ Oh noooo, he has to spend more time with the man he’s madly in love with, what a terrible tragedy. ]
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As long as you accept the consequences of your actions, then I suppose I might one day forgive you.
[Heh.]
Come now, be quick about it. [says Astarion, who was yelling when they were going to fast the street like minutes before] If we're quick about it, we can catch the sunset.
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[ That's all the warning Astarion really gets before Winter urges the bike faster, zipping through the streets toward the bay — just in time for sunset. ]
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