Private Meetings and Races

"Oh my, you've already had quite the interesting life," he'd tilt his head, thinking a moment, "well, I could always use a sparring partner, could be fun to see if you have the skills to go with that story." He'd drop the glowing orb, which would break up and vanish on the ground.

He'd motion to the track. "One lap?" Aedan would stretch and lean back, tightening his gloves and adjusting his helmet. "I can drive all night if you wanna keep going after," he'd say with a playful smirk, "assuming I get some food in me a few times before now and then."

Aedan would lower the visor on his helmet. "When you're ready Bastet," he was ready to race, plus it was against an attractive girl, which made it a bit better.

"Amaterasu?" he'd ask curiously, "you'll have to tell me what that is over the snacks." His first guess was that it was some sort of guardian spirt of some sort that was bonded to her, either way he'd find out soon enough when they chatted after the race.

The coin would fall, his enhanced hearing picking up the sound of it landing. Then he was off, his motorcycle roaring as it took him forward, keeping up with Bastet. Now he wasn't super intent on winning, having fun would be quite enough for him, he wasn't all that competitive anyways.

So he'd keep up with her, through the turns, his bike being a finely turned machine and so was he. Yet despite that, he didn't win, perhaps because of his lack of competitiveness when it came to racing. Either way, as the race ended Bastet would just barely pull out in front.

"Well...it seems I owe you...whatever it is you want," he'd say with a chuckle, lifting up his visor, "I'll pay for the snacks too."

He'd return her smirk with one of his own. "It was fun, we'll have to race again sometime," he'd perhaps do a few things a little different. "Brumation?" he'd ask curiously, tilting his head, "reptile hibernation?" There was no judgment in his voice, there were a good number of reptile beings on the island, he was just curious.

"All right, let's go," pushing his visor back down, he'd motion for her to follow him and off he went, headed towards the city. The shop wasn't far, looked small on the outside, he'd pull up outside of it, pulling off his helmet and his gloves. "Doesn't look like much, but the snacks and food are great."

"So, Bastet," he'd look at her curiously as he got off his bike, "you a student?" Tall or not she looked young enough to be a student. "Whatcha think of the school?" He'd lead her in, she'd find that the building was bigger on the inside than it looked like on the outside, it was filled with delicious smells. "I usually order some tea, want some?" the menu, which floated magically in the air had quite the variety of options.

"Tests could be a pain for sure," he had enhanced intelligence so he probably never struggled quite as much as her. "You still in high school?" he'd order very strong tea and some spicy meat snacks, paying for both orders, "wait until college, it's great, you'll love it, challenging stuff but depending on what you go into you'll have more flexibility."

He'd motion to a table and took his seat. "So, besides the bike riding how do you usually deal with stress?" he'd ask curiously as they waited for their snacks. "For me its training and a few other things," he had a good number of solor activities, as well as things he did with others.

A server would appear, a small floating fairy carrying a tray larger than her, she'd set the items before floating off. "Ok, so why black coffee and cookies?" he'd ask genuinely curious about why that combination.

"Know what kind of courses you'll take in college?" he'd taken a good number of classes, enhanced intelligence certainly had its perks. "Something in machines perhaps? You seem handy at maintaining a motorcycle, working on machines is a skill that'll always be needed."

He'd tilt his head and chuckle a bit. "No parties?" he'd ask jokingly, "wild parties are usually something people in our age group enjoy." He wasn't a party animal by any means but he still occasionally enjoyed going to one.

"Yes, but why those foods?" he'd ask curiously, "for example, you chose black coffee, on it's own it might make someone think you don't like sweet things, but you got a chocolate chip cookie." He'd chuckle, "it's just an interesting combo."