RP: James, Sirius Who: James, Sirius Where: Muggle London for starters When: 9 January, 2025 Rating/Warnings: Soppyness and insanity? Summary: Sirius and James finally pick up the bike
They were finally picking up the bike. The Bike! They were in Muggle London in a Suzuki retailer and the paperwork was almost complete. James didn't ask how Sirius had provided things like birth certificates and driver's licenses. If he didn't know, he didn't have to say anything to anyone. However after many signatures, the bike was theirs and even with the final title in his hands, he couldn't believe that they were doing this together.
They finally got the bike out of the shop, and both they had to wear those stupid helmets because of stupid Muggle laws, but at least, they were on the bike, and Sirius was driving it. The streets were almost empty because of the snow, and it gave an eerie feeling. It was as if they were the only one in the world. It was amazing. James didn't ask where they were going nor did he care. He was elated at the sensation of the bike between his legs, Sirius' body against his, and of course pretty soon, they got rid of the helmets and he could feel the wind, bitter and cold against his face. It was bloody fantastic.