![]() Earthen eyes concentrate on the strap as he adjusts it to be just so underneath her chin. Saety first for these fragile mortals. Sure, if he got into a crash it would hurt, but he would heal and he would live. Marcelo hasn't found a thing to kill him yet. But then his own heathen eyes notice how hers narrow at him. "Hey, I don't think that look was part of our little deal," he said, his own gaze narrowing playfully. "Well, let us see if we can get you reacquainted," he says with a smile before tapping the top of her helmet and moving off towards the bike. She would have a good time today or he would die trying. (Ha, good one.) He takes his spot on the bike and her arms wrap around his waist before he lets his feet off the ground. He swerves in and out of the cars with ease. Marcelo has put plenty of miles on this bike and his confidence on it is noticeable. Subconsciously his mind wanders, though he looks straight at the road. He has always enjoyed the feeling of freedom. How he would throw back his head and let the wind ruffle his brandished gold hair as he raced through the fields of his village so many centuries ago. He would look over his shoulder to ensure his little sister was not far behind him. He tests his speed like he does now as his hand turns to increase the speed of his bike. It is freedom once more. Those rich chocolate eyes alight with the boyish nature that has never quite left him despite the amount of years he has lived. She's fine. Typical answer by a woman, Marcelo playful rolls his eyes and focuses his dark gaze on the road ahead. Marcelo only briefly wonders what has happened in this girl's life to cause her to be so uptight, but he doesn't spare his thoughts there for long, not when they had nearly a whole day ahead of them. If the immortal jackal continually looked into the past it would only cause him to ache with memories. The present and the future were where he wanted to be, of course, Marcelo even kept his future unplanned. Which may have been how the two of them wound up in this particular situation. A gorgeous girl on the back of his bike, the thieving jackal was certainly not complaining, far from it. He feels her grip onto him tighter as he presses the bike onward, and he lets out an almost involuntary whoop of youthful glee. He slows down only when he begins to approach the beach, pulling the bike to the side, he comes to a stop and places his foot down on the ground and hits the kickstand. Hand reaches for the key, turning the hike off and turning around to look at the girl on the small seat behind him. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He asks, and that smile all over his face is just waiting to see what retort she possibly has stored up for him.
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