MHA Holosuite, Saturday Afternoon

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It had taken no small amount of work, but eventually Watts had been able to program a scenario in the holosuite to his satisfaction. So following their return from the mainland, they'd gone back upstairs to change into clothing more appropriate for cycling- which yes, meant Watts was wearing a t-shirt definitely a t-shirt no matter what the photo is along with the bottom half of his running costume.

The setting resembled a park, with a well-paved pathway winding through landscaped trees and bushes, and two single-gear bicycles leaning against a nearby tree.

"Well," Watts said. "Are you ready to begin?"

[ooc: for the beau!]

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[hasaknightjob]

Steven was a little bit distracted by Llewellyn's outfit. "Hmm? What?"

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“Cycling,” Watts said. “Remember?” That seemed like a distracted ‘what’ and not a lost ‘what’, but Watts felt the need to check anyway.

[hasaknightjob]

Very much a distracted "what." As Steven's increasingly besotted smile might help indicate.

"You look very charming you know."

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“Do I?” Watts said, wide-eyed. It was possible he dressed this way on purpose. After all, he used a bicycle quite often back in Toronto while on the job and thus dressed normally.

[hasaknightjob]

They were alone, so Steven took a risk on plucking at the front of Llewellyn's shirt in a manner that encouraged him to step closer. "Very."

Would they ever get to the bikes at this rate? Excellent question.

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They were alone, and the door to the holosuite was locked so there was no chance of anyone interrupting them either. So Watts obligingly stepped closer. “My clothing selection may have been deliberate,” he confessed.

[hasaknightjob]

"Wicked," Steven told him. Not complaining. Also not paying any attention to bikes.

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“Only for you,” Watts said, closing the remaining distance between them.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven happily wrapped his arms around Llewellyn and kissed him back. He was quite enamored of Llewellyn in silly shirts after all.

(For his part Steven was in a shirt from the British Museum and a pair of sweatpants, but that was hardly worth mentioning.)

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Watts did pull away eventually, with a slight smirk.

“There’s more of that waiting for you… once you give the bicycle a try.”

[hasaknightjob]

"Tease," Steven said. But he wasn't avoiding the bikes at all, simply distracted from them. Which was entirely Llewellyn's fault and Steven couldn't be blamed.

[pocketpretzels]

“I prefer to think of it as being properly motivating,” Watts countered, taking Steven’s hand and tugging him towards where the bicycles waited.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven threaded their fingers together as they walked. It might not be far, but why not enjoy the contact all the same? "Marc's done this, turns out. So it should be muscle memory? Sort of?"

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“That should help,” Watts nodded. “I also thought we might keep it simple with the terrain for this first try- it’s fairly flat.” And if there were any spills, it somehow wouldn’t result in injury. Watts didn’t know how that part of the technology worked, but he was glad for it all the same.

[hasaknightjob]

"It's a lovely setting," Steven said. "Sorry I didn't mention that when we came in."

He'd still been distracted by the clothes, you see.

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“Very loosely based upon a park in Toronto,” Watts explained as they reached the tree the bicycles were resting against.

Depending on familiar Steven was with how modern bicycles looked, these two might seem a good deal simpler, with a lack of gears to switch between.

[hasaknightjob]

"You did a wonderful job," Steven told him.

The bikes were simpler and, based on the one shared memory he had of one, also different in that they were adult sized. But they were still bike-shaped so that helped.

"There is a saying about this," Steven said. "Hopefully that'll kick in when I get on?"

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“Oh?” Watts said, curious. “What saying would that be?”

[hasaknightjob]

"'It's just like riding a bike'," Steven said. "Idea being if you've not done something in a while it's easy to pick up again. So maybe won't be too hard to translate the muscle memory as well?"

Of course Steven could just take the knowledge from Marc directly, same as he did when he needed to fight. But that wasn't the same thing as knowing how to do it himself. Even when fighting he wasn't as fast or skilled as Marc was at it.

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“I suppose there’s only one way to see for certain,” Watts said, taking hold of one of the bikes and wheeling it out of the way so Steven could take the other.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven got his bike. He managed to take hold of it without getting his clothing caught on any part of the bike itself, which he was rather proud of. "Are we going along the path then?"

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“That’s the idea,” Watts said. “A much smoother ride than trying to cycle through the grass.”

[hasaknightjob]

"Fairly straight as well," Steven said. He gingerly put one leg over the bike, again feeling proud when he didn't catch his foot on any part of it. "Step one down, I think?"

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“There you go,” Watts said with an encouraging smile. “Do you- would you like me nearby to help steady you if needed, or do you think you’ll be all right?”

[hasaknightjob]

As much as Steven liked the idea of Llewellyn being nearby as a concept, let alone to keep him steady, Steven worried that might be too much. "Give it a go first, I think? Don't want to hurt you if I muck it up somehow."