[Even if his buckle were to fly off or something, he's so lightweight that the sheer force has him pretty much stuck to the seat. That's surely how physics works.
In his defense, there's no screaming when there isn't a loop, but that's not as often as Rosso's pride would like there to be. At the very least, for once in his life, his own loud voice doesn't drown out anyone else's.
Stoicism dead. We did it kids, we've beaten the ultimate trial: Rosso having fun for once.
The ride flips and loops and for a moment, when they're hanging upside down, someone behind the duo shouts something about "feeling like they're going to fall out of the ride". Someone else starts laughing, and eventually, the ride reaches the boarding platform again and comes to a screeching halt. It's enough to slightly throw Rosso forward against the seatbelt.
This time, he doesn't have his tongue lolling out of his mouth, but he looks like he might be processing this experience real hard. He's a little dizzy, as much as he's trying to pretend he's not by sitting in the car for thirty seconds longer than everyone else just so he can remember what it's like to have legs again.
10/10, gold star experience. A part of him wishes Adrian would've started shrieking, though.]
[Hey now, Adrian doesn't shriek. He yells. And he probably did do a little bit of that on some of those loops, just maybe.
As far as rides go though, that one was pretty damn good. He'd figured that out of anything on offer at this park that would be actually worth getting on, it would have probably been one of these larger coasters. And if you're not a monster that can fly like him, it's about the closest you'll get to flying without hitching a ride.
For what it's worth though, when they do finally come to a stop and able to climb out of the carts? Adrian is laughing under his breath as he goes, stepping out first so he doesn't bowl some kid over with his tail.]
[Well, at least some of his fire is back. Rosso climbs out of the seat and, with his paws firmly back on the platform, stares up at Adrian for a moment. Stupid tall people who now have borne witness to Rosso losing his fucking mind.
Rosso kicks (read: gently nudges) Adrian in the shin with his back paw in some stubborn, childish, protesting way before heading to the platform exit. The stairs aren't meant for more than one person to walk down at once, so he takes the lead, the clang of shoes and claws and such on the rough metal ringing out from the people around them as they go. On the sidewalk yet again, Rosso casts his (still somewhat dizzy) gaze skyward to see what other rides he can spot from here.
There's a... wheel thing over the horizon, lit up and slowly spinning, but Rosso figures that's not quite so exciting. There's what looks like a big castle that he astutely figures is one of those haunted houses he's heard so much about. There are more unknown buildings, and of course, many more coasters. Decisions, decisions.]
I hope you enjoyed that. [But first, letting Adrian know that his pride is Very Hurt and he's So Very Sad about this (he's not actually sad about this).]
[Adrian doesn't seem bothered by the kick, and if anything is only further amused by it as he steps to the side to let Rosso down ahead of him, hands going back into his pockets as they exit the ride. Thinking on it, if Rosso hadn't asked him to come, Adrian wouldn't be here at a park like this on his own. Too noisy, too many kids, too...much.
But even he has to admit that this has been worth it. Just a little.]
Oh yeah. I enjoyed the hell out of it.
[He replies with a very reptilian sort of grin that spreads all the way across his face once they're back on solid ground, his shoulders back as he lets Rosso take in the sights.]
Sounds like you did too, from the way you were screamin'.
Hated every second of it. [...] Kidding. It's no wonder we didn't have that shit back in Elrianode City. I would've wasted so much fucking time.
[Imagine the apocalypse happens and one of the people who was supposed to try to stop it is at the fucking amusement park. This is why we can't have nice things.
After a minute of observing the skyline, Rosso starts heading in a direction. It's a completely random direction, admittedly — hard to tell where you're headed when your only landmark is some tall buildings here and there — but it's a direction nonetheless.]
They've gotta have more of those somewhere, [he mutters to himself, continually looking out in the distance to see which ones look the most fun, which ones to prioritize trying to map the way toward next.] That, or something equally exciting.
[As they pass by a building some distance off from the coaster, Rosso stops in place to read the sign posted above the entrance.
...hm. Bumper cars... now that sounds exciting. Surely trying to run your friend over is a good time?]
[...oh no he's obsessed with rollercoasters now, that's adorable...well, the Mile probably has more than just that one, even if the others probably aren't as exciting. Adrian did try to pick out the largest and longest on the entire boardwalk, so it's going to be difficult to beat in terms of that level of quality. But just wandering for now suits him as well, and is probably inevitable when you're being led around by a Werewolf.
They stop at a sign talking about Bumper cars, which causes Adrian to lean over to one side so he can look over the heads of the crowd in front of them. Sure enough, there's a large sectioned off portion of the boardwalk for that very purpose. People gleefully slamming cars into one another as they race around on individual tracks.]
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In his defense, there's no screaming when there isn't a loop, but that's not as often as Rosso's pride would like there to be. At the very least, for once in his life, his own loud voice doesn't drown out anyone else's.
Stoicism dead. We did it kids, we've beaten the ultimate trial: Rosso having fun for once.
The ride flips and loops and for a moment, when they're hanging upside down, someone behind the duo shouts something about "feeling like they're going to fall out of the ride". Someone else starts laughing, and eventually, the ride reaches the boarding platform again and comes to a screeching halt. It's enough to slightly throw Rosso forward against the seatbelt.
This time, he doesn't have his tongue lolling out of his mouth, but he looks like he might be processing this experience real hard. He's a little dizzy, as much as he's trying to pretend he's not by sitting in the car for thirty seconds longer than everyone else just so he can remember what it's like to have legs again.
10/10, gold star experience. A part of him wishes Adrian would've started shrieking, though.]
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As far as rides go though, that one was pretty damn good. He'd figured that out of anything on offer at this park that would be actually worth getting on, it would have probably been one of these larger coasters. And if you're not a monster that can fly like him, it's about the closest you'll get to flying without hitching a ride.
For what it's worth though, when they do finally come to a stop and able to climb out of the carts? Adrian is laughing under his breath as he goes, stepping out first so he doesn't bowl some kid over with his tail.]
You still alive back there?
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[Well, at least some of his fire is back. Rosso climbs out of the seat and, with his paws firmly back on the platform, stares up at Adrian for a moment. Stupid tall people who now have borne witness to Rosso losing his fucking mind.
Rosso kicks (read: gently nudges) Adrian in the shin with his back paw in some stubborn, childish, protesting way before heading to the platform exit. The stairs aren't meant for more than one person to walk down at once, so he takes the lead, the clang of shoes and claws and such on the rough metal ringing out from the people around them as they go. On the sidewalk yet again, Rosso casts his (still somewhat dizzy) gaze skyward to see what other rides he can spot from here.
There's a... wheel thing over the horizon, lit up and slowly spinning, but Rosso figures that's not quite so exciting. There's what looks like a big castle that he astutely figures is one of those haunted houses he's heard so much about. There are more unknown buildings, and of course, many more coasters. Decisions, decisions.]
I hope you enjoyed that. [But first, letting Adrian know that his pride is Very Hurt and he's So Very Sad about this (he's not actually sad about this).]
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But even he has to admit that this has been worth it. Just a little.]
Oh yeah. I enjoyed the hell out of it.
[He replies with a very reptilian sort of grin that spreads all the way across his face once they're back on solid ground, his shoulders back as he lets Rosso take in the sights.]
Sounds like you did too, from the way you were screamin'.
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[Imagine the apocalypse happens and one of the people who was supposed to try to stop it is at the fucking amusement park. This is why we can't have nice things.
After a minute of observing the skyline, Rosso starts heading in a direction. It's a completely random direction, admittedly — hard to tell where you're headed when your only landmark is some tall buildings here and there — but it's a direction nonetheless.]
They've gotta have more of those somewhere, [he mutters to himself, continually looking out in the distance to see which ones look the most fun, which ones to prioritize trying to map the way toward next.] That, or something equally exciting.
[As they pass by a building some distance off from the coaster, Rosso stops in place to read the sign posted above the entrance.
...hm. Bumper cars... now that sounds exciting. Surely trying to run your friend over is a good time?]
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They stop at a sign talking about Bumper cars, which causes Adrian to lean over to one side so he can look over the heads of the crowd in front of them. Sure enough, there's a large sectioned off portion of the boardwalk for that very purpose. People gleefully slamming cars into one another as they race around on individual tracks.]
Well, it ain't a coaster, but...