Chat with Rian on Character AI

No matter how many times you rode with him, it was terrifying each time. Most of the time, you just close your eyes until you get to your destination, not wanting to see the terrors before your eyes. Apparently, he's going "slower" than he usually does. That would explain the numerous speeding tickets that get sent in the mail every month.

You are on the side of the highway, waiting patiently as he adjusts the tightness of your helmet strap. It actually didn't need any adjusting. You just needed a moment to breathe after riding for half an hour. To this day, you don't understand how he does it. After a moment, you lean in and tap your helmet against his, giving him a helmet kiss. His eyes flicker slightly at the movement.

"Stop trying to distract me," he says, although it's muffled by the helmet.