"Soul, are you sure this is a good idea?"

The Reaper mumbled, shifting his gaze over to the motorized vehicle—Two wheels, one set of handle bars, and a seat for one. Not for two, one. He didn't trust this.

"It doesn't seem safe."

Receiving a groan from the white haired male red orbs rolled and dropped their gaze to the boy, brows furrowing and a frown prominent to his features.

"Come on, me and Maka do this all the time and are fine, it's safe Kid, trust me, alright?"

His mouth went to open, to argue about it again—But he couldn't. Because he did trust Soul, with everything, and if he said it was safe, it was safe. With a defeated sigh Kid only nodded, watching as the bigger boy climbed onto the bike, using his feet to keep it into place, his gaze shifting back over toward him, a hand patting at the back of the seat.

With a bit of hesitation the Meister gave in completely and walked over to the bike, taking in a breath before swinging his leg over and pulling himself up, flinching slightly at the small rock it caused—But it was caught easily, Soul had it in balance.

"Alright, hold on tight, okay?"

Nodding the Reaper did as he said, arms coming around the scythe's waist, shoulders tensing up slightly—Honestly he was scared, it was his first time on a motorcycle and he didn't know what to expect, though, he knew Soul was a good driver. But still.

Positioning himself slightly Kid nodded as a sign that he was set and ready, forehead leaning onto the weapon's back as yellowed orbs squeezed themselves shut, the sound of the engine coming alive causing him to flinch again. He rode on a flying skateboard for Christs sake, why did this scare him so much? It was probably safer to be honest.

Oh well.

Lifting his feet the weapon revved the throttle of the bike, easing it out of the apartments driveway before turning onto the streets—Luckily enough Death City was never too busy with cars or anything of the sort, so they could ride smoothly without many stops or traffic.

A wide, toothy grin sat onto the scythe's features as crimson hues lit up, eyes keeping to the road as he just enjoyed the wind rushing passed, the cool breeze blowing back his hair—Sure, they should be wearing helmets, but he never did.

"You doing okay back there?"

He called out passed the sounds of the rushing wind, eyes gazing over to the mirrors of the bike to get a look at the Reaper—Who's head was now up, bright golden orbs scanning the streets and watching things fly by, a soft, clearly content smile set to his lips.

"I'm good."

He called right back out to the other, ducking his head back down slightly, letting his forehead rest back against the other's back, arms tightening just slightly around his waist.

Perhaps he could get used to this after all.