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[ARGH.]

[Climbs on behind him, and briefly adjusts the handlebars and Ace's grip for his size before nudging and moving his own hands to the seat.]

Try not to wake up all the cities at once, brat.

[But kicks in the extra power for Ace to control.]

Edited 2016-08-04 22:20 (UTC)

[looks back at him over his shoulder]

You're not going to put your hands around my waist?

No.

[Ace plz.]

[He's still debating throwing you out of the driver's position violently.]

Spoil sport. [nyah.]

[he shifts his weight and puts on his goggles.]

Let's go.

[and tearing out of there like a bat out of hell]

WOOOOHOOOOOO!

[Guh.]

[Even braced, it's SO WEIRD.]

[And it's not like he's ever been a rider before so that's EXTRA WEIRD.]

[So he might grab on to the belt loops of Ace's shorts as well the seat. It's not holding onto his waist, but it is sort of like being a seatbelt.]

[wiggles a bit at the touch and grins. It just makes him go that much harder.

He charges through, exhilrated by the speed and heads straight into the forest, using his haki to dodge trees.

They have a near encounter wit a startled bear and then they burst out of the forest and he sees a road up ahead.]

Hang on!

[he wants to give the bike it's full potential and so swerving toward the road in a sharp turn that he'll count on Smoker to support because the bike isn't exactly made for him and then toward the road and pop a wheelie]

[So this is what it's like to be feel stark raving terror for your own safety, not just for others. Who knew. Even in war, Smoker had not really experienced that before either.]

[He would like to beat Ace senseless... but first he's going to need to stop wanting to scream, and to actually catch his breath back and not panic the fuck out even as he plots contingency plans of how to turn the bike, Portgas, himself, and maybe civilians or foreign objects into smoke and actually recombobulate them properly.]

[He'd also like to squeeze his eyes shut and pretend this wasn't happening, but it's a little hard when he to make sure they don't crash also...]

[Trusting a pirate is dumb.]

[SO DUMB.]

[SO DUMB.]

[There is not enough punishment for how dumb it is.]

[But this comes bloody close.]

[well unfortunately too they're overbalanced with Smoker being heavier and Ace realizes they're in trouble; so he shoots fire back through Smoker, using all his focus to avoid the bike completely and forms a huge fireball behind them, sending them rocketing high into the air. Ace manages to get the bike in an arc and trusts Smoker to use his smoke to cushion the landing]

This is so awesome!

[DOES, MENTALLY SCREAMING. AND WHEN THEY ARE SAFELY LANDED?]

[ALL THE STRANGLING.]

STOP TRYING TO GET US BOTH KILLED!

[laughs and chokes]

It won't kill us that easily.

[pets the handlebars]

I'll go easier on your bike, though. [which is to say still fast but no more tricks.]

[WHIMPERS AND holds onto Ace's belt loops and the seat again.]

See that you do.

[STERN AND TOTALLY CLOSING HIS EYES FOR A BIT.]

[HE IS GOING TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK.]

[AND THEN HE'LL REALLY BE OLD.]

Sorry about that. [grins and leans back so he can tilt his head back and look at him.]

Did I scare you?

Ahahaha...

L-Like I'd be scared over a little thing like that.

[>:| HE WILL KILL YOU.]

[And also, his hands are kind of in a death grip on the seat.]

[HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE.]

[oh no it's super cute.

Ace leans further back to bite Smoker's chin, then clonks his jaw with his forehead as he sits back up and eases down the speed, but gradually so Smoker might not notice so much]

You're adorable, Taisa.

[Grunts.]

[And he wants to punch Ace for that, but still can't move his hands...]

[So he headbutts and barks!]

EYES ON THE ROAD DUMBASS!

[laughs and keeps his eyes on the road.

And for a while they're going at a pretty calm pace. Ace doesn't really mind it. It's serene driving this way at night.

But then he can't help but reach back at some point and run a hand along Smoker's leg]

Hey, baby.

Portgas.

[Quiet growl.]

Taisa?

[grope grope]

Hands on the bars, idget.

[But squeezes the bike more with his knees, possibly Ace too, but it's only to keep in balance.]

[that feels good. Ace obeys though.

But tendrils of fire creep over Smoker's legs though and on his inner thighs and under his jacket.

uhuhuhu]

[BRIGHT RED.]

[MUST REMAIN MOSTLY UNAFFECTED.]

Portgas.

[Mentally cursing his voice for being a little shakier.]

Taisa?

[doop de doop. Nothing out of the ordinary here. Just driving along at a smooth pace on a moonlit evening. It's almost like a date!

Ace makes a mental note to bring that up later.

Also have more tickling fire]

[Sighs in Ace's ear, letting smoke tickle his neck. Um. Revenge???]

Your aim appears to be off. Unless you have even less control over your fire than you pretend.

[Okay, so it's admitting he's affected, but still, he played it cool at least.]

[shivers]

I know just where I'm going. [the fire gets a little more intense as if he lost some control at that but is now creeping up Smoker's neck to caress along his jawline]

Hah...

[He meant that to be a laugh but it came out a lot differently, and he clamps teeth hard on the cigars.]

I'm sure you do. [Sarcasm!]

[And he tries to move the hands enough to grab Ace's legs enough to make him jump, without letting go of the seat too.]

[Oh wait.]

[Smoke.]

[Yes. He can do this.]

[Pats!]

[But also tries to make it as obvious as possible that he's patting down Ace's fires... except that there aren't that many fires though, oops.]

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