forum Shuri-kun's Amazing One on One.

Started October 27, 2018 by @Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo

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Ezra smiled. Taking a bite, and pushing it back to Ezra.
"Yeah. Go for it." He said, surveying the scene. He waited for the other man to speak, starting to itch for a smoke again. He hadn't had one all day after all.

“Okay… One, I broke my wrist and nearly my leg after jumping off of a roof, two, I have always had a deep loathing of almonds, and three, I went on a vacation to Italy once.” He counted off. Sam also noticed Ezra fidgeting and, being familiar with the small signs of withdrawal, assured him “I saw your cigarettes on the coaster, you’re welcome to have one if you want.”

Ezra thought on it for a while..
"Is it number two?" He asked, biting into the turkey leg. Then. "By the way, I'll hold off on hsving a smoke until we're in a less densely packed area." He added. He took another bite.

Sam popped some funnel cake into his mouth, “Yeah! You got it right! I fucking love almonds, unless they try to ruin a cookie for me. Do you wanna go now? And about the smoke, that makes sense.” He replied.

Ezra finished his turkey leg.
"I hate vending machines, I hsve a cat, and I'm a great drink-mixer…" He said, throwing the leg away. "Which one is it?" He aaked.

Sam continued sipping his beer. “Huh, I wanna say the vending machine one… Am I right? You seem like a cat guy who’d be great at mixing drinks.” He laughed and quickly glanced at his phone for the time.

"Yeah. I love vending machines." Ezra revealed, waiting as the other man ate his cake. He tossed the rest of his trash away, standing up, and looking Sam in the eyes.

Sam stood up with Ezra. “Too bad, I’d love to hear a story as to why someone hates vending machines.” He grinned. “By the way, I love cats! What’s yours’ name?”

"My cat is named Sebastian." Ezra said, starting to walk off, and looking back at Sam, gesturing for him to follow. He had a surprise for the other guy.

“That’s adorable!” Sam threw away the bit of funnel cake he had left, and followed Ezra. The fair smells were starting to give him a headache no matter how appetizing they were, and he rubbed his temple as they walked.
(Btw sorry I seem to talking about food a lot, I tend to do that on accident)

(It's cool.)
Ezra walked Sam out of the fair, finally flipping open his pack of cigarettes. He pressed the button, and one jutted out. He took it softly in his teeth, grabbing his Zippo and lighting it. Next, he pointed at his motorcycle. Black, with white trim, long, sleek, and lean, like an angel of death.
"There she is." He said, taking a long drag.

Before he could stop it, a grin spread on Sam’s face. He ran up to the motorcycle and ran his hand along it. “I’m going to cringe saying this, but that’s a sweet ride.” He whistled. God, can he get any cooler? “Man… she’s a beauty.”

(Hi! Nice to see this up and running again!

Ezra smiled.
"You think so?" He asked, starting to blush, running a hand through his hair. "Why don't we take a ride?" He asked, taking a puff of his cigarette.

Sam made a small squeaking sound and his face lit up. Embarrassed, he cleared his throat.
“Ahem, uh, yeah, I’d like that.”
He looked at Ezra and smiled warmly. There was something about him that made Sam feel more at rest.

Ezra took the helmet from his bag, giving it to Sam as he drew in on his cigarette, nlowing smoke put the corner of his mouth.
"Suit up." He said.

Sam took the helmet and fastened it on with a click. “How fast do you usually go on this thing?” He asked, sizing up the wheels.

"The speed-limit." Ezra said, with a chuckle. He got onto the bike, letting down the stand, and stomping out his cigarette. "Get on, hold onto me, you know the drill." He said.

“Seems about right.” Sam shrugged and slid onto the motorcycle behind Ezra. He hesitated for a moment, then wrapped his arms around Ezra’s waist. Sam could feel his heart beating in anticipation.

The bike lurched forward, Ezra leaned, and they took off, out of the lot, taking a sharp but not dangerous turn. He smiled, as the wind whipped past his bleached-blonde hair.

Sam involuntarily gripped tighter as the bike rounded a corner. His heart lurched in his chest and he panicked for a moment, but then the adrenaline rushed to his head and he felt like he was flying. It was the sensation of the rollercoaster but multiplied by a hundred. He whooped and laughed as he saw sidewalks rush past.

Oh shoot my bad fam…