"Sounds perfect." The two words got lost in the engine and the wind but Pollution didn't really care. They didn't have to be heard.
It was strange, though, the way that the conversation gave way to the bike and the road. Usually he wouldn't have minded but, for some reason, it almost felt awkward now. And the part that made the least sense about it was the fact that the reason that kept surfacing in his mind was that it was just too...comfortable.
Frowning at that, Pollution attempted to shake the oddity off and brushed his hair back from his face again. That was his one and only problem with motorcycles - they didn't work well with long hair. It was a practiced move for him, one he'd performed countless times while hitchhiking his way through the past however many years. He leaned forward so that his forehead pressed lightly against Famine's back, tightened his knees around the bike and used both hands to pull his hair back into a loose ponytail with a twist-tie he'd produced from the air.
After a moment, he sat up again, his hands returning to Famine's hips, and asked over the engine, "So how's business?"
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Date: 2005-08-18 03:44 am (UTC)It was strange, though, the way that the conversation gave way to the bike and the road. Usually he wouldn't have minded but, for some reason, it almost felt awkward now. And the part that made the least sense about it was the fact that the reason that kept surfacing in his mind was that it was just too...comfortable.
Frowning at that, Pollution attempted to shake the oddity off and brushed his hair back from his face again. That was his one and only problem with motorcycles - they didn't work well with long hair. It was a practiced move for him, one he'd performed countless times while hitchhiking his way through the past however many years. He leaned forward so that his forehead pressed lightly against Famine's back, tightened his knees around the bike and used both hands to pull his hair back into a loose ponytail with a twist-tie he'd produced from the air.
After a moment, he sat up again, his hands returning to Famine's hips, and asked over the engine, "So how's business?"