[ Cloud has to see this for himself to believe it. Beyond the fact that he genuinely trusts Marie with his life (they've come this far together as Master & Servant, and she's even protected him at his most hurt on Iris), lending her his motorcycle was practically second nature to him. Weiss made him (or rather, implied he should) get helmets for his bike for others riding, but it seems like that notion flies out the window for these two. He's seen her riding upon the crystalline horse before.
She'll be fiiine. When she straddles the massive machine without a single hitch, admiring it beneath her as her lips round with a sense of wonder, he has to resist whistling. The kind of whistle that implies being impressed, that is. fkdsja Marie does look nice on a bike. ]
Mm. I had a feeling you'd be able to handle it.
[ The strange wording flies over his head. kdfjas When she looks behind her to smile at him so brightly, he looks down to her with a broader gaze, smiling as he softly shakes his head. This girl... ]
You got it.
[ Both the saying and her command. Cloud's not used to riding in the back. And he'll have to do his damnest to concentrate/pretend that he's the one at the controls even though he's surrendering the reins to her entirely. Would he get motion sickness like this? Let's hope not. It's his bike! His weight is added behind her, the seat leaving plenty of room for the two of them as he slides in against her back. She may be strong as a Servant, but he still doesn't want to burden her with his weight entirely. ]
Alright... [ His arms slide around her waist as he leans in behind her ear. ] Take it away, Marie.
[ With the seat offering so much space for two people, Marie doesn't have a problem lifting her hips a little to get herself more comfortable. Her short height forces her to reach out a bit farther, stretching her arms out, but it's nothing she's not one hundred percent confident getting used to.
It's like riding a horse, but instead of hearing its cries there's humming and roaring of engines. The difference won't affect her performance.
His arms are around her, and Marie feels like he's trusting her with his life. She better give a worth to Master's faith in her. After Cloud speaks in her ear, the Rider won't wait a minute longer before she revvs the bike on and brightly announces, ]
Prêt à partir!
[ Before it starts, on a gradually paced speed, wheels crunching against the asphalt as Marie maneuvers them out of the apartment and into the core of the city.
What an adventure, this birthday of hers has been so far. ]
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She'll be fiiine. When she straddles the massive machine without a single hitch, admiring it beneath her as her lips round with a sense of wonder, he has to resist whistling. The kind of whistle that implies being impressed, that is. fkdsja
Marie does look nice on a bike.]Mm. I had a feeling you'd be able to handle it.
[ The strange wording flies over his head. kdfjas When she looks behind her to smile at him so brightly, he looks down to her with a broader gaze, smiling as he softly shakes his head. This girl... ]
You got it.
[ Both the saying and her command. Cloud's not used to riding in the back. And he'll have to do his damnest to concentrate/pretend that he's the one at the controls even though he's surrendering the reins to her entirely. Would he get motion sickness like this? Let's hope not. It's his bike! His weight is added behind her, the seat leaving plenty of room for the two of them as he slides in against her back. She may be strong as a Servant, but he still doesn't want to burden her with his weight entirely. ]
Alright... [ His arms slide around her waist as he leans in behind her ear. ] Take it away, Marie.
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It's like riding a horse, but instead of hearing its cries there's humming and roaring of engines. The difference won't affect her performance.
His arms are around her, and Marie feels like he's trusting her with his life. She better give a worth to Master's faith in her. After Cloud speaks in her ear, the Rider won't wait a minute longer before she revvs the bike on and brightly announces, ]
Prêt à partir!
[ Before it starts, on a gradually paced speed, wheels crunching against the asphalt as Marie maneuvers them out of the apartment and into the core of the city.
What an adventure, this birthday of hers has been so far. ]