Rather, he was there earlier than exactly on the minute (what the hell), leaning against one of the trees with his head tilted up towards the sky as he exhales smoke rings into the tree boughs. He turns his attention to Rosso when he shows up, who is...actually probably in his night form, thinking on it.
So they're both furries, great. Adrian stretches his wings as he leans forward from the tree.]
A'ight. The Mile is like...a long ass walk from here. You can't fly, an' neither of us have a car n' shit.
[So.
Adrian stares at Rosso blankly for a moment before he crouches down onto one knee in front of him, lowering his wings until the tips touch the ground.]
[Rosso's night form really isn't that much bigger than his day form; he's maybe two or three inches taller and that's it, but at least his fur is nice and fluffy. He has that much going for him. Save for his arms, which are still... well, those gross burn scars he hates so much. But he's not thinking of that, because he's too busy processing what the fuck is happening.]
I—
[Somehow, he gets the sense that he should actually keep his fucking mouth shut and not goad Adrian just this one time, so.
After a split second's hesitation, Rosso climbs onto Adrian's back and wraps his arms around his neck so that he doesn't go flying off.]
[The moment Rosso climbs onto his back, Adrian- just for an instant- feels...nostalgic. Nostalgic, and deeply, deeply sad. He can feel small hands wrapped around the base of antennae he no longer has, yanking on them even though he'd been told time and time again to be careful-
The gargoyle returns back to the present as quickly as he left it, snorting as he rolls his shoulders to make sure Rosso is good and secure. Right. He hopes Rosso meant that...
Because Adrian takes off straight from the ground, beating his wings hard and fast to get both of their weights lifted. It's only thanks to having monster strength and flying experience beforehand that he's able to lift them up with little difficulty, angling himself towards the edge of the city once he's risen far above the buildings of Bavan. It will cut their trip from an hour or so of walking to a few minutes of flying, at least.]
[Oh, this is so very different from the few times he's flown with the Wind Master back home — Ventus was not so rough to take off, rather elegantly floating off of the ground. At the same time, he was also the sort of man who would warp forward on the wind, which is usually semi-terrifying as a passenger due to the fact that the entire world moves at a breakneck pace.
This, at least, is a little more relaxing. Rosso cranes his neck to see the city from on high, unsubtly wagging his tail with his ears perked straight up. Even a city this large and loud can be beautiful, it seems, and though he's never really been one to appreciate the finer things in life... well. Now's a good time to start.]
It's pretty, [he mutters before he can stop himself, and then, loud and defensive:] It's been a while since I've gotten to see something this cool. All I can do is jump high, so I guess it pales in comparison.
[It's a bit hard to hold a conversation during flight anyway, so Rosso probably could have gotten away with saying it was pretty without being heard. But, well, he has to defend it and now Adrian can (mostly) hear him as he shouts over the wind, prompting him to grunt lowly as he lifts them a bit higher so they're not driving face-first into the cloud cover.]
Ask Mana to change you. I'm sure she won't fuck it up.
Ha. That implies I trust people with that level of power not to abuse it in the first place.
[Rosso often considers speaking with her, but there are layers upon layers of trauma to unpack around people with way too much power at their disposal changing others, possibly to their own whims. He's wholly uninterested, at the end of the day.]
I'll just bother you next time I need a ride. Sure you won't mind it.
[Adrian can't see his face from this angle most likely, but Rosso's muzzle is pulled back into something of a smirk.]
[His laugh is punctuated by his grip tightening in alarm, clinging tight so that he doesn't become a splatter on the pavement. There's no momentary fright here, nope, Rosso is the picture of composure.]
[As tempting as it is to like, do a barrel roll or something, Adrian decides to behave himself until they make it to the Mile. From this direction, there's a small stretch of shore that can be seen looming into view before the actual rides on the pier proper appear stretching beyond the horizon, where little streaks of dark pink and orange scatter across the ocean's surface as it fully becomes night. Not enough to bother day-fearing monsters, but just enough to see the small, final glimpses of the setting sun.
It's here that Adrian decides to fly, cutting over the water itself so he can dip down low without having to worry about smacking into a building. It makes it seem like they're going even faster suddenly as he flies closer and closer to the waves until he's more gliding than actually ascending, one of his hind claws dipping down into the water to slice through it and kick up water droplets as they go.]
[Rosso's ears swivel toward the sound of surging water, a momentary glance thrown behind him as the spray of water reflects off of the setting sun's rays. Now this is fun, being so close to the ocean and never quite touching down, wind rushing past and the Mile fast-approaching. He barks out a laugh, tail gleefully wagging as he turns his attention back to the front.
He cranes his neck to see further, focusing on twinkling neon lights in the distance. It seems like the attractions are just barely beginning to light up, with more and more flickering on by the minute. Through the wind roaring in his ears, Rosso can hear the distant screams of fellow parkgoers on rides, though he's... not entirely sure what they're screaming about. Not yet, anyhow.]
[Oh Rosso, you're in for an Experience if you don't know. Adrian...has actually never been to a theme park like this one himself, though he does know of their existence. They're around, just not anywhere he could ever access them when he was at an age to enjoy it. So, just like the ocean, he only got to see one for the first time upon visiting Ryslig. A lot of this will be a first for Adrian as well, he's just. You know. more subdued in his reaction.
He's way too old to be excited about an amusement park, after all.
It isn't long before he finds a space on the pier to land, carefully lighting on the wood feet first. He has to hop a bit to stop his forward momentum, finally coming to a standstill so he can crouch down to let Rosso off.]
Lesse how long you can handle it. This place is gonna be sensory overload for both of us, but mostly you.
[If Adrian's too old to be excited about an amusement park, what the fuck is Rosso, then?
He scrambles down from Adrian's back, paws hitting the wood with a little thunk. He can already see what's meant by sensory overload, but for right now, the dog instincts are overtaking everything else going on in his brain. There are colours! Lights! People running past! Weird mechanical noises of unknown origin! And the whole place smells like food!
Getting a grip before he goes charging onto the scene, Rosso stubbornly replies,]
I'll be able to handle it longer than you think, brat.
[He'd probably seem a bit angrier if his tail weren't wagging hard enough to whip up an air current, or if his ears weren't swivelling curiously in all directions while he processes the Everything happening.
Rosso steals one last glance up at Adrian before making his way forward. He's... not sure what to do first, actually, though it seems like there's a line forming ahead for some kind of ride. Rosso is unfortunately too small to see what it is from here, but he heads in that general direction anyway.]
[Yeah, this is definitely not Adrian's usual scene. But it's hard not to see how excited Rosso is, even if it's because he can't help but let it show through his canine mannerisms. Adrian gives himself a brief shake after the flight, lifting his claws to smooth out his "mane" as he looks down the pier.]
Yeah, but...I ain't really seen one before. Not like this, anyway.
[He'll defer to Rosso leading the way for now, just as long as Rosso doesn't get himself lost in the crowd.]
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<pyro>
i aint gonna promise you ill have fun though. hell i might hate it
but i guess ill go with you
[baka]
<firemaster>
When are you free, then?
<pyro>
aint like im workin rn
[Sorry Maya that mental health break is month long]
<firemaster>
[You know, tomorrow. So that he doesn't seem too excited about today. Like a dog—]
I'll meet you at the entrance I guess.
["I guess" to emphasize that Rosso totally does not care.]
<pyro>
you know where it is right
<firemaster>
I do not, no
[BUT HE HAS THE ADDRESS SO SURELY THAT'S FINE—]
<pyro>
do i need to come pick up your ass
<firemaster>
probably
<pyro>
okay meet me at the park at like
8pm
you know where the park is i assume
<firemaster>
I'll be there. Don't be late.
[Rosso will in fact be perfectly 100% on time, at the exact minute the clock changes. He can at least do that much right.]
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Rather, he was there earlier than exactly on the minute (what the hell), leaning against one of the trees with his head tilted up towards the sky as he exhales smoke rings into the tree boughs. He turns his attention to Rosso when he shows up, who is...actually probably in his night form, thinking on it.
So they're both furries, great. Adrian stretches his wings as he leans forward from the tree.]
A'ight. The Mile is like...a long ass walk from here. You can't fly, an' neither of us have a car n' shit.
[So.
Adrian stares at Rosso blankly for a moment before he crouches down onto one knee in front of him, lowering his wings until the tips touch the ground.]
Don't say shit and just get on.
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I—
[Somehow, he gets the sense that he should actually keep his fucking mouth shut and not goad Adrian just this one time, so.
After a split second's hesitation, Rosso climbs onto Adrian's back and wraps his arms around his neck so that he doesn't go flying off.]
Right. I'm good when you are.
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The gargoyle returns back to the present as quickly as he left it, snorting as he rolls his shoulders to make sure Rosso is good and secure. Right. He hopes Rosso meant that...
Because Adrian takes off straight from the ground, beating his wings hard and fast to get both of their weights lifted. It's only thanks to having monster strength and flying experience beforehand that he's able to lift them up with little difficulty, angling himself towards the edge of the city once he's risen far above the buildings of Bavan. It will cut their trip from an hour or so of walking to a few minutes of flying, at least.]
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This, at least, is a little more relaxing. Rosso cranes his neck to see the city from on high, unsubtly wagging his tail with his ears perked straight up. Even a city this large and loud can be beautiful, it seems, and though he's never really been one to appreciate the finer things in life... well. Now's a good time to start.]
It's pretty, [he mutters before he can stop himself, and then, loud and defensive:] It's been a while since I've gotten to see something this cool. All I can do is jump high, so I guess it pales in comparison.
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Ask Mana to change you. I'm sure she won't fuck it up.
[Said with THE most sarcasm ever.]
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[Rosso often considers speaking with her, but there are layers upon layers of trauma to unpack around people with way too much power at their disposal changing others, possibly to their own whims. He's wholly uninterested, at the end of the day.]
I'll just bother you next time I need a ride. Sure you won't mind it.
[Adrian can't see his face from this angle most likely, but Rosso's muzzle is pulled back into something of a smirk.]
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Oi, this is an exception. Don't get used to it, I ain't your taxi.
[He will carry Rosso again if he needs it.]
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[His laugh is punctuated by his grip tightening in alarm, clinging tight so that he doesn't become a splatter on the pavement. There's no momentary fright here, nope, Rosso is the picture of composure.]
Gonna have to try harder to shake me, punk.
[Yeah but also maybe don't—]
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Is that a challenge?
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Later, after you take me to the amusement park. Don't care what the fuck happens after that.
[Splatter him on the pavement after he learns what a rollercoaster is!]
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[As tempting as it is to like, do a barrel roll or something, Adrian decides to behave himself until they make it to the Mile. From this direction, there's a small stretch of shore that can be seen looming into view before the actual rides on the pier proper appear stretching beyond the horizon, where little streaks of dark pink and orange scatter across the ocean's surface as it fully becomes night. Not enough to bother day-fearing monsters, but just enough to see the small, final glimpses of the setting sun.
It's here that Adrian decides to fly, cutting over the water itself so he can dip down low without having to worry about smacking into a building. It makes it seem like they're going even faster suddenly as he flies closer and closer to the waves until he's more gliding than actually ascending, one of his hind claws dipping down into the water to slice through it and kick up water droplets as they go.]
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He cranes his neck to see further, focusing on twinkling neon lights in the distance. It seems like the attractions are just barely beginning to light up, with more and more flickering on by the minute. Through the wind roaring in his ears, Rosso can hear the distant screams of fellow parkgoers on rides, though he's... not entirely sure what they're screaming about. Not yet, anyhow.]
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He's way too old to be excited about an amusement park, after all.
It isn't long before he finds a space on the pier to land, carefully lighting on the wood feet first. He has to hop a bit to stop his forward momentum, finally coming to a standstill so he can crouch down to let Rosso off.]
Lesse how long you can handle it. This place is gonna be sensory overload for both of us, but mostly you.
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He scrambles down from Adrian's back, paws hitting the wood with a little thunk. He can already see what's meant by sensory overload, but for right now, the dog instincts are overtaking everything else going on in his brain. There are colours! Lights! People running past! Weird mechanical noises of unknown origin! And the whole place smells like food!
Getting a grip before he goes charging onto the scene, Rosso stubbornly replies,]
I'll be able to handle it longer than you think, brat.
[He'd probably seem a bit angrier if his tail weren't wagging hard enough to whip up an air current, or if his ears weren't swivelling curiously in all directions while he processes the Everything happening.
Rosso steals one last glance up at Adrian before making his way forward. He's... not sure what to do first, actually, though it seems like there's a line forming ahead for some kind of ride. Rosso is unfortunately too small to see what it is from here, but he heads in that general direction anyway.]
Do you have amusement parks back home?
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Yeah, but...I ain't really seen one before. Not like this, anyway.
[He'll defer to Rosso leading the way for now, just as long as Rosso doesn't get himself lost in the crowd.]
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