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Who: Jacob Black & YOU?
What: Repairing a piece of junk in the middle of the night
When: Right now
Where: The castle courtyard
Rating: G

If there's one thing that Jacob remembered distinctly about Paradisa, it was one rule: "Be careful what you wish for."

Of course, being a teenager, rules can sometimes be momentarily forgotten.

He had wished for a bike. Not just any bike, but his bike. The one he'd rebuilt from scratch back home, and the one he'd ridden everywhere. Bringing it to life held so many memories, and it had been the best stress reliever and distraction when he'd needed it most. It was only natural he'd want that kind of possession with him. (And he couldn't exactly find the other bikes he'd left behind during his first visit.)

Paradisa, in a moment of kindness, had decided to give him his bike.

Except Jacob hadn't been specific enough. He'd received his bike, but it wasn't exactly in the state he left it. In fact, it wasn't even a whole bike. Paradisa had given him his bike from before he'd repaired it.

He had a lot of work ahead of him.

Jacob had started out the night hoping to go for a late night ride. Instead, he found himself in the castle courtyard with a shell of a motorcycle and its many pieces scattered about. Since he wouldn't be going anywhere, it wasn't like he had anything better to do with his time than begin to repair it.

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Del toyed with a bit of motorcycle beside him. It was debatable how long she had been there, her fingers wandering through the body of his baby. However long it had been, she had been near-silent during it.

The feel of her shadow, the scent of old sweat, and the clinks the pieces made in her hands were the only indications she was even there.

There's that distinct feeling that someone was watching him. That, or they're right there next to him, and it gave him pause. He wasn't able to tell right away, but his reaction was visible.

He set down the tools in his hands, looking for the source of the clinking sounds.

She curls herself into being where she is, knees tight up against her chest and chin resting atop them. In her hands she rolls a couple of bolts.

"Does it fly?"

He can't help but jump when he finally notices her, but his startled expression quickly softens once he sees it's Del.

"This thing? Nah. But it's a pretty damn good bike when it's up and running."

She sets the blots down carefully, looking a little mournful.

"Its insides are pieces."

"For now," he corrects her, giving her a little nudge with his elbow. "It'll take some time, but before long it'll be running again and hey, who knows? If you want, I can take you for a ride on it."

She wobbles slightly with his nudge, and ends up titling towards him. "Not to the line~"

He doesn't mind at all, an arm hooking around her for a quick, light hug when she leans toward him. "Nope. In fact, I'll let you be the navigator. you can pick our course."

Oo! That sounded exciting~ She wiggled a bit with the pleasure of it, shooing the ferns blooming at her feet. "Up, up, and away~"

He has to chuckle.

"If we're going up, I'm gonna need to invest in some wings for this puppy. But yeah. Anywhere you want to go, we'll go."

A giggle from her that gives the grass flight. "Okay. We'll go to the moon~"

He watches that with brows raised. Why did he even question flying at all?

"You think we'd be able to reach it?"

"If we stretch really really high~" Her hand lifts up up up stretching above her head.

"Okay, I'm down with that. Or up for that, I should say." He's really glad she's not one to knock is really lame puns. "We'll give it a shot when this thing's ready."

A very pleased nod. She could agree to this. She'll even shoo his little screws back into twists, because she had gotten a little handy with them.