[ a cartoonish countdown adorned with flags flashes on the screen as a number of bike engines rev and smoke, the physical one beneath the two of them given a combustion's jostling and an ever so gentle steady rumble of life. Getou doesn't remember this much tactile detail from the games back home, but then — he's feeling a little extra-sensitive. maybe it's just been a while. maybe he's just hyper-aware of how it feels to have a firm body compressed between his legs; a more conservative dresser like him, but he knows a trained physique when he sees one. ]

Squeeze this for the gas— yeah, there you go. [ their hands move in tandem on the handlebar, pulling back the grip to give it gas, his heavily callused fingers overlapping Sizhui's. he isn't pale, making a smaller hand stand out that much more. the track unfolds as all the bikes race forward, harrowing in their first obstacle: ] Slow down on the curves, stay on the inside.

[ the bike tilts as it comes, pressing their thighs together on the outside; his hands rest there, but Sizhui does the steering. they aren't last, which is as best of a start as can be expected. ]

You're doing good. [ this gentle, coaxing voice of his is warm and calm, sits natural on his timbre, and has just enough whisper and closeness to an ear that it comes out a little... rich and mischievous, too. ] And you look good straddling something like this; I'm very grateful to have been given a better view.

[ maybe it's too soon to test his focus, but the urge to tease is relentless. ]