I'd sooner put some joy back--

[atrumcanis]

Who: atrumcanis & mentis_reae
When: uh I guess this is backdated to October 1, the afternoon.
Where: outside the government office!
Summary: The mystery of flight solved! Is it fairy dust or is it happy little thoughts, like toys at Christmas? Sleigh bells? Sno-- oh shiiiiiit it's a flying motorbike!
Warnings: reckless driving!

Comments

I can only hope to be a part of that beautiful day. Or at least be there to lol.

[atrumcanis]

He could hear Edgeworth perfectly well, of course. Even if he hadn't been speaking loudly, Sirius would have been able to hear him, or at least would have been able to discern his meaning. He had been listening to people shout at him over the sound of the motor for some months now, and had trained his ear accordingly. Still, he made a great show of listening, leaning forward.

Not that he would have turned the bike off if he hadn't been able to hear. It would stay on for as long as possible, just to make a point--or at least, for as long as he himself could stand the sound--which might be rather a long time. The growling of the engine was a good clear sound, almost comforting.

"No one ever really needed a helmet--at least, not on this motorbike." He patted the side of it fondly as if it were a horse. It was an effort not to show how pleased he was that Edgeworth was looking at the bike--really looking, too, if the expression on his face was correct--it would be too much to assume that he was digging on it, but at least there was consideration.

"Anyway, I quite like hands clutching about my waist--especially girl's hands. But that last one is easy," he shouted, pushing back his hair with his best debonair charm. Wasted entirely on Edgeworth, of course, but it was the action of it that really mattered. "Magic, of course! It's nearly always magic with me, you ought to know that by now! But we can call it 'fairy dust', if you're more comfortable with that analogy."