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[ and she immediately burst into a fit of laughter. ]

A lightweight, me?, Intensity, please. What day and time is it, because I've been drinking since, like, ...when the hell did I last see you? Then! Hahahahaha. I could drink your skinny ass under the table.

[ she jabs him in the side for emphasis. ]

And then, you know what, I'd pin your ass onto the table.

[ her chuckling turns a bit darker as she circles both her arms around him again, fingers creeping up his middle. ]

Or even something else to pin you too. Someone else? Hm.

[He noticeably startles at the jab to the side, fingers curling tighter around the handlebars. He promised he wouldn't crash, he said.

Which is made increasingly difficult by the fingers tracing up his body]

Might be a fair fight now.

Are you so sure that you'd win?

[ muahahahaha. ]

PFT. Mr. Cocky Cock. I bet you're the one that's the lightweight.

Me? I'm so sure you could call me Shirley. [ sneers. ]

But, mm, can't you imagine, ..? An Intensity sandwich. [ she presses against his chest more firmly. ] Tell me the thought hasn't crossed your mind at least once.

[Sure sounds like he's bottoming in that scenario so he can truthfully say:]

Never. I'm trying to watch my carbs.

Shirley.

[And floors the accelerator. What was that about driving safe?]

[ kind of sort of...
maybe. ]

I ran out of points the moment I bought this bike, so I figured we could make our own sandwich. Homemade is always the be- [ and then he floors it, something she's not really expecting, so her tone snaps along with the subtle jerking of the bike. ] -est.

[ oh... oh dear.
so much for a safe drive indeed. ]

I don't believe it.

No threesomes for Intensity?

I mean, sure, a night with me is like, what, a... [ give her a second to math. ] fivesome, but I'm counting the wiggles as an &co. D.Va &co. We're one. Afraid you'll end up on the wayyyy bottom? [ chuuuuuuuuuuuuckling. ]

[Look, he can only manage one other person's emotions at a time. Threesomes sound terrifying]

The rest of your co. don't get a vote. ... Usually.

And why are you looking for a threesome? Bored with me already?

...oof, man am I glad I'm not the one that made that comment. [ she chuckles against his back as the bladed tentacles appear from either side, coiling around his arms and sliding toward his hands and the handlebars. but what if... they took control of the bike, ..? HM. the other two don't seem as bothered by the comment and just circle his middle, inevitably joining d.va's hands on his chest. ]

Bored, with you, nah, but that's a good one. I just thought double-teaming somebody could be fun. You, especially. And I think the person I had in mind would agree. [ more. dark. laughter. ]

[Just staring at the tentacles wrapped around his wrists...]

They already grew back?

I should probably be glad I don’t have more. Hydras, and all that. But, yeah, they’re back... and NGL I missed them.

But they’ve been a little testy lately. Popping out for more than just... y’know.
Anyway, blame me or blame them, but, god, Intensity, [ they tighten around him in tandem. ] can’t stop thinking about it.

. . .

[He's keeping one eye on the tendril as it loops and tightens around him and one on the console of the bike.

Now then. How to do this?]

Can't stop thinking about what, Corn Chip?

You, duh.

And I think, for once, we’re all on the same page. [ she manages to coax it off his wrist and away from the console without too much effort, which is something she’s thankful for, because she was low key starting to freak out. ]

And how much we’d love to wreck you.

Don't think I'm as easy to wreck as one of your cars.

[And also...]

Let's see if you feel the same when you're sober.

I should hope not. [ chuckles~ [

And why wouldn't I? Honestly, I think we'd feel more strongly.

[He considers that for a very long moment before he turns to look at D.Va with a wicked grin]

Is that so?

Well then. Let me test something.

Go ahead.

[He reaches back for the tentacles to re-position them back on the handlebars. With the caveat that he is no longer going to be holding on to them]

What are you doing?

[ she seems UNSURE about this. ]

Do you really trust them to steer this thing?

No.

But I trust in my ability to prevent disaster.

[Definite citation needed]

Do you?

I don't like this.

Get them off. [ grits her teeth. ] Get them off, now.

[ there's a flash of something in her eyes as she starts reaching into her chest for her heart weapon. ]

[His fingers twitch like he's going to grab her wrist, but then decides against it.

Very evenly:]

D.Va.

Nothing is going to hurt you.

[Outside of herself maybe]

...t- that's not true!
I crashed because of them.
Idonttrustthem!

[ she pulls the gun out of her chest and holds it at her side. she hasn't pulled the trigger to release the blade yet, but she's definitely itching to. the two tentacles gripping the handlebars jerk the bike to the side in response, taking the bike through the nearest narrow alley, as if to prove that they have some semblance of control, but that does nothing to make her freak out less. buuuut they might also be trying to spite her a bit for having cut them off a few days prior, ... ]

[The tentacles can attempt to do whatever they like because as soon as they enter the alley, Intensity grinds the motorcycle to a complete stop. No matter how hard they or anything else presses the accelerator.]

I'm not asking you to trust them. I'm asking you to trust me.

And this---

[He points to the Heart Weapon poised at the tentacles]

Can't be your first line of defense.

[ they do try, the blades flaring up to signal their irritation when nothing seems to happen as a result. eventually they ease their grip on the handlebars and start to recede, giving up on their supposed joyride. ]

[ she just buries her face in his back. is she crying? ye- no, no not at all. ]

I do,
I do trust you.

But what if they try to hurt you too?

Keyword in this equation is try.

I don't need you to protect me. Least of all from you.

[ she doesn't say anything and, instead, just drops her heart weapon. ]

[ her first response probably shouldn't be mutilating herself, especially because they hadn't actually done anything to her. it was a dream. a nightmare. and she'd overreacted and hurt them... but she still can't shake all the bad feelings that are plaguing her brain because of it. ]

...what then, do I do...

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