Re: log: ren/adrian - ren's place
There was something about wind whipping the curls that couldn't quite be tucked up under the helmet and the feeling of someone with their arms around his waist that Ren really liked and this felt particularly true tonight. He'd been doing work, trying to sort out things with Rey, worrying about how to deal with his parents or if he even should mess with it at all, and all of that had built up into something that felt like it was clogging up his life. Maybe that was ridiculous, and maybe it was his own fault, but the bike offered some freedom, and that freedom with Adrian? That felt good.
He climbed off after, and at Adrian's words, he turned. His lips spread into a true lopsided grin, cause yeah. "I mean, we could skip the tetanus if it's all the same to you," he teased, still grinning, and because it felt right, he stepped forward, reaching an arm out to pull Adrian in close, just for a moment. A sort of hip bump maybe, but physical contact that maybe if Ren was honest, he'd been kind of sorely lacking of recent.
"Bad food's on me, what do you want?" He put his helmet down, and reached fingers up through his hair, touseling curls to absolve them of any flatness that might otherwise threaten. "I'm guessing there are hotdogs and terrible pizza, and then all the prepackaged shit, but personally I'm leaning towards hotdog."