[To be honest, he's amazed that Rohan even got on the motorcycle. Sure, he just had to get in a few shots at his driving- though Josuke's not too proud to admit that the naga's probably a better rider than him anyway- but he was expecting more resistance. Something like, if you get us killed, I'll come back to haunt you forever, or even move over and let me drive before we crash. But after a little fussing, they were off and speeding along country lanes that widened and hardened into paved roads and then concrete as they entered Bavan itself. When he's by himself, he likes to let his wings flare out, capturing the rush of air and feeling every pulse through the filmy but sturdy membranes; it's the closest he'll get to flying here, after all.
When they finally pull up outside the cafe, he casts a glance back over his shoulder at Rohan. With a helmet obscuring his face, he won't be able to see him grinning but it definitely bleeds into his voice.]
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When they finally pull up outside the cafe, he casts a glance back over his shoulder at Rohan. With a helmet obscuring his face, he won't be able to see him grinning but it definitely bleeds into his voice.]
See? Wasn't that bad, right?