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[travailler]

Yes, sir! You ready to go, Zwei? Hehe.

[After petting Zwei's head, Elphelt slides onto the seat. She slides her arms around Yang's waist and leans in close, chest against Yang's back and pinning Zwei in place. It's...cramped, but she won't complain.]

Okay. I think Zwei and I are ready to go.

[She wiggles a little to adjust herself. She definitely takes up more space than Weiss.]

[nailed_it]

[Zwei's answer is an exuberant bark. He'll be a good doggo and stay in place, although he can't quite help his tail wagging from excitement.

Yang meanwhile patiently waits for everyone to get settled before revving her bike to life, glancing a second over her shoulder to check one more time that everybody seems to be in place.]

We won't be going very fast but hold on tight anyway, okay?

[She hasn't lost a passenger yet and she doesn't want to ruin her record now.

Warning given, she revs her bike again before kicking off and slowly motoring away.]

[travailler]

Yes, sir! Holding tight.

[She can hold tight, for sure. If anything, the problem may be that Zwei runs the risk of being squished from the tight embrace. This is nice. It's like a hug, but from behind and with a dog stuck in the middle.]

Ah, this is cool. I'll be able to say I've ridden a motorcycle.

[She doesn't mind going slow. If she cared at all about getting anywhere fast, she would just fly. This is for the novelty.]