emotionshare overflow pt 1

[softlyfalling]

Who: Idols and Feelings
Where: Around
When: Day 236 (and maybe some backdated 235)

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Intensity

[crossmyheartandhope]

[From here]

Yeah, s'pretty close. How bout yours?

Intensity

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Mine can be here momentarily.

[And he snaps his fingers. This is just for show, which was probably obvious but now is doubly obvious by how smug he is about it]

Re: Intensity

[crossmyheartandhope]

...dude, sweet! You can control your bike?

[Enthusiasm!! So much enthusiasm]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Radiating smugness like you do when you have the ego the size of a small state]

What kind of scientist would I be if I couldn't?

I'll give you a ride to yours.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Like a true gentleman.

[Teasing, but lbr he thinks this is REALLY damn cool]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[By the way, the bike that drives up is a Blue Eyes White Motorcycle.

Are you surprised, Hurricane?

(You shouldn't be)]

[crossmyheartandhope]

...dude.

Did your dragon shapeshift?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

No, it's---

[A pause as he excitedly thinks "BUT WAIT what if Blue Eyes could shapeshift!!!

Oh wait.

Back to reality.]

Fusing Blue Eyes merchandise with your standard motorcycle from the point shop.

[crossmyheartandhope]

It's freaking sweet.

What merch did you even use?

[Runs a hand over it, appreciative]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[A bit of fond nostalgia of coming back to FiN and finding it covered in Kaibaland merchandise. A bit of sadness there, too - feelings of a discarded dream.]

Some of the merchandise brought back from my soul Open House.

Only the best, of course.

[Hops on and waits for Hurricane to climb aboard behind him]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[An answering echo of sympathetic sadness - the remembered warmth of how dang cool that place had been, and how cool it was that it was inside Intensity even now]

[He hops up on the bike and holds on]

Course it was the best.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He zooms away from the Game Tower, depending on Hurricane to guide him to his bike]

That Dismay Sea or whatever we just got---

Fucking second class amusement park. All of them are.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Points when it's time to turn]

You gonna open your own place up here?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He takes the turn sharply, banking the bike so violently the dragons wings nearly scrape the asphalt.

Mostly in an attempt to have the adrenaline mask that sense of loss and failure that also bleed through.]

We have more important things to worry about than dabbling in amusement park aesthetics.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Something apologetic, soft and careful. Something else, soothing, pressed out toward him clumsily, like an offer]

Ah - yeah. Guess that's true.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[And the offer is accepted and whatever the emotional equivalent is from appreciation from Intensity. Because Hurricane would never insult him by pitying him.

But surely a child soldier from a dystopia knows a thing or two about lost dreams and futures.

And he comes to a screeching halt wherever Hurricane's bike is parked]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Surely,]

[But he's quick to hop off the bike, when they come to a stop - quick to climb up on his own]

Where we going, anyway?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That's a secret.

[He waits for Hurricane to rev his bike.]

See if you can keep up.

[And he turns down an alleyway, tires screeching at the sharp turn]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Right on his heels, tires screeching just a couple of seconds behind]

[Excitement picks up, a low thrum, growing louder by the instant]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Intensity has not particular destination in mind except AWAY and that is obvious as they head away from the subways and train stations and into the more residential areas of Faukyo.

The adrenaline rush is there (considering the speeds their driving) but there is also the soothing factor of having sweet sweet control over the bike, the path, and not having to worry about leaking unwanted emotions.




The company is pretty good, too. But shhhh. He'd never admit it.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[There's a pleasure in the speed of the bike - the rush of the wind by him, not as good as flying but almost. The adrenaline kicks in to wash the last of the anxiety away, and it isn't long before everything is enthusiasm and motion, all simple appreciation for the buildings flying by and the blur of the pavement]

[And if there's a stutter of surprise, when he realizes Intensity does appreciate the company - if there's a surge of startled uncertainty, and the a clumsy cluster of affection pressed his way in turn - well. That's probably something that doesn't need to get mentioned either, right?]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[They're never going to talk about this for as long as they both shall live. The curse of two people who avoid emotions they are uncomfortable with at all costs.

(Even with those emotions turn comfortable.)

Intensity turns sharply down a narrow street - barely wide enough to fit both bikes side by side.

And appreciate for the company turns back to adrenaline as he steps on the gas.]

Shall we attempt the jump again?

[Said as they are fast approaching a drop-off if they don't peel off]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The excitement spark, bright and fluttering, somewhere in his chest; he pushes the bike faster]

Dude, jumps I got covered.

I been practicing.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Curiosity and perhaps a little pride all wrapped in a crunchy asshole shell.]

All I'm hearing are words, Hurricane!

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Something in him lurches, a little, at the pride, like he isn't quite sure what to do with it - an emotional stumble, followed by a rush of warmth, of flustered gratitude, before he can quite tamp it down]

Gimme like five more seconds and you're gonna see it, too.