[ it'll only be a while, before it rings out again in some way- either quietly, or to the heavens, no matter how far down in hell they are. that's how they tend to roll.
mitsuya almost misses the catch, busy eyeing up the bike in particular, but the slight jingle has him turning his head and snapping his hand out on instinct. it settles in his palm, a comfortably heavy and familiar weight, and he blinks in surprise before turning his gaze back up.
when mikey takes his hand, it feels nostalgic. natural. he lets their fingers wind together, a reminder of simpler times when they'd sit outside convenience stores, seeing who'd get a brain freeze from their ice cream first- or seeing who could chug milk the fastest after a trip to the bathhouse. before everything else.
...it's a bit selfish of him, but if things could stay like this, he'd almost find himself with no complaints. just like there's no complaints as he takes the key and puts it in the ignition, the familiar sound of an engine sputtering to life. it purrs, despite not being in any properly functioning order, and he puts a hand on the handle and feels the vibrations through his skin with a smile pulling at his lips. ]
Yeah. [ approving nod. ] Not a bad pick, huh? This thing might just go a long way.
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[ it'll only be a while, before it rings out again in some way- either quietly, or to the heavens, no matter how far down in hell they are. that's how they tend to roll.
mitsuya almost misses the catch, busy eyeing up the bike in particular, but the slight jingle has him turning his head and snapping his hand out on instinct. it settles in his palm, a comfortably heavy and familiar weight, and he blinks in surprise before turning his gaze back up.
when mikey takes his hand, it feels nostalgic. natural. he lets their fingers wind together, a reminder of simpler times when they'd sit outside convenience stores, seeing who'd get a brain freeze from their ice cream first- or seeing who could chug milk the fastest after a trip to the bathhouse. before everything else.
...it's a bit selfish of him, but if things could stay like this, he'd almost find himself with no complaints. just like there's no complaints as he takes the key and puts it in the ignition, the familiar sound of an engine sputtering to life. it purrs, despite not being in any properly functioning order, and he puts a hand on the handle and feels the vibrations through his skin with a smile pulling at his lips. ]
Yeah. [ approving nod. ] Not a bad pick, huh? This thing might just go a long way.