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The message that pops up in Atlas' inbox at the crack of dawn is short and to the point. A time and location - early evening, and a relatively high end restaurant near the center of the City. The sender's username is not one registered in his friends list, but it's not difficult to guess who 'cheonhyeol@citynet' is.
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Cheonhyeol groans, perhaps a bit more exaggerated than need be, as he slides on behind Atlas, locking his long limbs onto the Titan. Itâs uncomfortable being pressed so close to an exo with hard parts digging into the soft parts of his own body - maybe this is why Shiloh wears enough layers to make them feel like a piece of furniture with child safe paddings on every edge.
âYes, please, letâs go.â
The previously chilly wind is almost cutting as they race through the streets, thankfully mostly free of other vehicles. He presses his face against Atlasâ shoulder blades, hoping the living wind shield in front of him will keep his nose and ears from freezing.
âIâm amazed helmets arenât mandatory.â
Heâs trying not to yell, but itâs not easy to be heard over both the roar of the engine and the whipping winds around them.
âYouâd think City folk would get tired of having to scrape Guardian brain matter off of asphalt every other week when they forget brakes exist.â
- âActually thank god they donât make helmets mandatory, I wouldnât be able to see shit out of one.â
Civilian definitions of helmets were so funny, the things were good for impact absorption definitely but they werenât much good against anything else in the Solar system, not to mention how they mess with his sonar.
âPlus how else would you be able to appreciate the view properly?âÂ
Being an exo Atlas does forget that humans, unlike machines have eyes that dry up and irritate surprisingly easily, and being a unique model he doesnât even have to take his vision off the road to broaden his range and look at everything else. Although the comment about Guardians ramming their vehicles (and themselves) against other obstacles does make him refocus his sight again.
âTo be fair, not all of us have brains.â
It was a terrible joke but it doesnât stop the shit eating grin from taking over his lips when his Ghost sighs loud enough for their passenger to hear.









