gigadevilbreaker | Imeeji

[He shrugs a little, trying to stay casual, even as he sneaks a peek back at Jason from the corner of his eye]

...This was fun. I liked it - spendin' time with you.

[he considers for a longer moment, trying to weigh what to say. the words 'romantic' ring in his head from earlier, and he glances to the side, mostly to obscure his expression.]

It... wasn't bad, yeah. I like climbing up here.

[he pauses and runs a hand through his hair, and then glances back at griffin, a smirk on his face, that doesn't quite meet his eyes.]

Just glad you could keep up with me.

[He studies Jason's face for a moment, that mask in the form of a smirk. That wasn't an expression for him, he had to remind himself. It was for everyone else.

At least, he was pretty sure. This was still kind of counter-intuitive to him.

And he still wanted to be sure.]

...You wanna head back?

Yeah. I think we're about done here.

[he considers for a minute, looking at the motorcycle.]

So, we taking that?

Yeah. Gimme a sec.

[Intermission as a Griffin and his Feint ungracefully push a motorcycle out of a van.]

[... he could help.

but this is too entertaining.]

... You didn't have a ramp?

We have a lot of swords!

[Look maybe buster swords don't make the best makeshift ramp, but,,]

What happens if you slice your tires?

[get a real ramp, bro.]

It's fine, they're not sharp.

[Blunt slabs of steel, that's all. Anyway, he finally manages to push the bike, tires unharmed, onto the ground. Griffin huffs from the effort, and nods at the Feint to clean up and drive the van back himself.]

[he just gives a mild clap of approval.]

Good job.

[he’s an asshole. He knows.]

[Laughs a little, half in disbelief and half in fondness at the assholery]

Just get your ass on the bike.

Don’t need to tell me twice.

[he is definitely .... going to get on the fucking motorcycle]

[Griffin's about to hop on, when he remembers - he should probably switch out his arm for this. It's not exactly comfortable, being hugged by a steel claw.

Give him a second to detach the grappling hook from his elbow and swap it for the human arm hanging from his belt.]

[he’s gonna observe that, and comments once he’s done:]

My jacket thanks you.

[Phfft.]

As if anyone'd be able to tell if you got a few new holes in your clothes.

[But he hops on, and wraps his arms around Jason snugly]

I'd know, though.

[and then he kicks off-- hey, can a motorcycle ride be stylish because

he knows how to drive a bike, that's for damn sure]

[This

is

Awesome

Jason wouldn't be able to see, but Griffin's got a huge, irrepressible smile. He buries his face into the back of Jason's jacket, squeezing tight as the wind whips past them.]

[he feels that burying. but he doesn't say anything.

feels a little mean to ruin the moment.

and he doesn't want to.

he's just gonna take them to the hotel.]

[It's so comfortable that it takes a moment for Griffin to realize they've slowed down. He wishes the ride was longer - it felt too short.]

...Here already?

Here already.

[he’s not making him move though. Just kicking down the kickstand and then turning off the bike.]

Mm.

[With reluctance, he detaches himself and slides off, dusting his jacket off as he touches ground.

Still smiling to himself, he fights the urge to look back at Jason - and loses. Glances back,]

Well? How's she handle?

Not bad.

[he glances back at him.]

Now I'm extra jealous.

[He rubs his nose and turns his gaze back toward the hotel]

One day. You'll get that bike of yours.

One day.

[he glances back at the hotel too-- and just starts walking that way.

rather than asking.]

[--HEY WAIT FOR HIM

Griffin trots after him like a puppy, vibrating with happy energy to be out from the camera's gaze soon.]

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