[The blast of wind in their faces at high speed drowns out any potential conversation they could've had on the way there. Not that there needed to be. Griffin was plenty content just to let Jay hold onto him, for once.
Thankfully, and maybe surprisingly, they made it back to the dorms in one piece. The bike skids to a stop, and Griffin waits for Jay to dismount before getting off himself.]
I think we still have some leftovers back at avante, if you want any.
[I mean there's just always someone cooking. So there's always food to offer. Suck it up, Jay.
Griffin splits off into a Feint and lets the doppleganger park the bike, while he heads inside... not sure how close he was allowed to be with Jay right now. Not when Jay had awkwardly pulled away before? But also - in those few minutes, he'd grown accustomed to his arms around him, too.
Feeling uncertain, Griffin's relatively quiet going towards the elevator.]
[honestly, he doesn’t think about it too hard. It doesn’t occur to him that they could or should be closer. That wasn’t the type of relationship they had— just like it didn’t occur to him griffin would WANT to ride with him.]
Well, if you made it something like jousting, we get training swords for free with our Lives. Plus there's already horses.
[Sorry the coffee here's not as good as BAD END's probably. It's just instant stuff. Griffin doesn't have fancy taste. He sets a pot to brew and goes to dig around in the fridge for leftovers.]
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[another pause-- he hadn't realized that was what griffin wanted.]
You sure?
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He awkwardly laughs it off.]
What, afraid I'll crack your head open on the sidewalk?
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[oh. he made it... awkward...]
Sure, I'll ride.
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...Well, hop on.
[Jay surely knows how motorcycles work, so he's not gonna need more instruction than that.]
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riding helmetless isn't so bad, either.
BASICALLY, griffin gets what he wants: Jay having to ride behind him. close up.
eat ur goddamned hearts out, shippers.]
Sure you know how to drive this thing?
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[...
Anyways VROOM THEY'RE OFF]
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if they die, they die.
#yolo.
hooking his arms around griffin's waist in the meantime, tracking where he's going]
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Thankfully, and maybe surprisingly, they made it back to the dorms in one piece. The bike skids to a stop, and Griffin waits for Jay to dismount before getting off himself.]
I think we still have some leftovers back at avante, if you want any.
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Anyway, he hops off easily enough, though he can feel the exhaustion seeping in.]
Alright.
[it’s free. And he didn’t have a problem with the food... he just didn’t want them to constantly feel they needed to feed him.]
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Griffin splits off into a Feint and lets the doppleganger park the bike, while he heads inside... not sure how close he was allowed to be with Jay right now. Not when Jay had awkwardly pulled away before? But also - in those few minutes, he'd grown accustomed to his arms around him, too.
Feeling uncertain, Griffin's relatively quiet going towards the elevator.]
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I need to get my own if one of those.
I got a memory of driving one...
[he is never not gonna be broke]
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[He snickers to himself a little at Jay's predicament. And thinking on that Live yesterday as he enters the elevator,]
One of those Prims was saying we should do a target practice Live.
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[he glances at him, curiously.]
2 out of 4 Prim’s suggested I do a live with you, actually. Guess we’ve made an impression?
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[Wait-- an impression? Oh no. Is that a bad thing?? Griffin blinks, not sure how to respond.]
Is that... okay?
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[the elevator is quick though]
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Well. I can bite the cost of paint guns if you wanna do it. Still cheaper than live ammo.
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[he shrugs, letting that whole moment pass.
It’s better than thinking too hard about it, especially with.. well. Two potential outcomes.
But the elevator opens on avante’s floor.]
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[You poor, poor man. Anyway, out of complete habit, Griffin heads into the kitchenette.]
--Y'want tea or coffee?
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[look, he is very poor. And also minimal effort in every single live.
Also he is exhausted and needs a recharge.]
What good is a live if I spend as much running it as I get?
[a shrug]
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[Sorry the coffee here's not as good as BAD END's probably. It's just instant stuff. Griffin doesn't have fancy taste. He sets a pot to brew and goes to dig around in the fridge for leftovers.]
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[while he appreciates bad end coffee, his tastes are the opposite of fancy.]
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[ Why ]
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[a pause]
... yeah, grab ‘em.
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They're better than they look, I swear.
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Let me disabuse you of that notion now.
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