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I Yes. You can.

Wonderful! When are we leaving?

Right now.

[BEEP BEEP.]

I'm right outside.

Oh!

Oh no, give a dobosh! I have to get dressed.

Hurry! I can't wait forever!

[Yes he can. Hopefully she knows he's kidding...]

[ She does! Because it's Shiro and he knows she would be appropriately upset if he were to leave her behind.

Luckily she doesn't take very long because all she needed was a sundress. (It's summer, after all.) Which is really not the best thing to choose to ride a hover bike with, but Allura is a princess. She's experienced in making dresses work in any situation. And she should be allowed to feel adorable. ]

This better not count count as forever!

[He's absolutely waiting patiently. And when Allura steps out, she will see him waiting in his usual outfit -- nothing special. Because someone doesn't know how to buy clothes for himself, except for a pair of sunglasses that would probably look better on her.]

[They are pushed up on top of his head, once she emerges.]

No, I think you're out here in plenty of time. You're looking Princessy today.

[ She wouldn't dream of taking those glasses away from him. They're ridiculous and wonderful.

Allura raises a brow as she approaches, coming to stop a few feet away. ]

Do I? What exactly would you consider "princessy"?

[He swings his leg off the bike, stepping forward to offer up his arm. If they're going to do this, they're going to do this right.]

You do. [A pause. Then:] Happy. You look happy, right now.

[Which is fantastic, if you ask him.]

[ She smiles, taking his arm. ]

Well, you're giving me a reason to be excited. And I should be excited, shouldn't I?

I sure hope so.

[He will do a lot to maintain that smile. Including... sacrificing the driver's seat of his bike.]

Well... after you.

[ Oh, she is so ready. Her smile turns into a right out grin as she release his arm touch the handles of the bike. ]

It's a little archaic but it can't be all that different just because it's Earth made, right?

[ Can you imagine the type of hover bikes they had on Altea?

She swings her leg over the side to take a seat, tucking the edges of her dress under her thighs. ]

I admit I've been wanting to play with this toy of yours for a while now.

Archaic? Hey now!

[That's his baby!! No, not really, but it's the principle of the thing. He has to look mildly offended on the hoverbike's behalf.]

[He settles in behind her, sliding his arms around her to grip the handles.]

Okay, let me demonstrate a bit, then I'll let you take over... got it?

[ Look, Shiro--you may be from the future in a way, but the technology is still years in the past. She has to throw a little shade all in good fun.

She's ready to go, even though she knows Shiro's overview is probably the way to handle it. She pouts slightly but nods, since he can't see the former. ]

[It's fine. It's cool. As long as he's allowed to defend the bike. A little. He sort of has to.]

Okay -- and... Hold on!

[Because he's revving the engine, sharply. Which means the hoverbike leaps forward with a vengeance.]

[ They jerk forward and Allura gives out a surprised yelp, but then she just starts laughing. ]

That was barely a warning!

I thought you liked to live on the edge!

[It feels like ages since he heard that laugh. He even swerves ever so slightly as they shoot forward. Just for fun.]

[ At least now she is holding on. Goodness! ]

Just keeping it in mind when I drive!

[ Be worried, Shiro. ]

... Maybe we should slow down a little! It is a residential area!

[Yeah now he's worried.]

[And slows. Just a bit.]

[ Cackle. ]

That's very contentious of you, Shiro.

Contentious is my other middle name.

[It's not. It's definitely not.]

First stop - Department store. [They'll be fine, it's daylight hours.]

[ Oh yes, the real reason for the outing! Not just showing off his beloved bike to her. ]

Does that mean I get to drive on the way home?

[He doesn't want to say yes... But it's Allura...]

[Everyone knows at this point, he has less than zero ability to say no to her requests.]

Yes ma'am. It does.

[ She would clap if she didn't need to hold onto the handle bars. ]

Excellent! I will make you proud.

You always do!

[That would probably be more sincere sounding if he wasn't shouting it, but oh well. They're pulling up to the store now.]

No limit, by the way. Anything shiny you want. Promise.

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