The siren let out an amused exhale of breath from his nose at Charlieâs comment, his focus on his gloves, fitting them over his fingers snugly, now interlacing his fingers with each other to make sure the tight leather was pressed deeply between each digit. He didnât heal fast like other supernatural species, his healing contained only when he was in water so he had to take every precautionary measure that a human might do if they wished to prevent harm coming to themselves should they have a fall or an accident. âDidnât realize dose dings expired, always kinda assumed it was like a,â he waved his hand vaguely, âone anâ done kinda ding,â his lazy Chicagoan accent coming through because it was early and he was still a bit tired and there was still the low chatterbox of voices only he could hear in his head. Since the day they had come back, they hadn't gone away, there were only moments like this when they were quieter, a curse he was still learning to live with.
It was a fairly common occurrence for him to be up this early. When he worked at the club he often found himself up until daybreak or there were the not so rare occasions where his daughter would wake up disgruntled and he would need to spend the early morning hours holding her against his chest while she sniffled and he patted her back gently while applying tender kisses which would soothe her eventually but until then he would watch the sun peek around the tops of the mountain peaks he could see from the living room window. But there was a difference between being awake in those moments and being awake and out now.Â
âMm, same,â he was usually backpacking with Ry even if he did have his own motorbike. Satisfied with the way his gloves were fitting now, Mars took up his Batman helmet â there was also one little Paw Patrol sticker on the side that his daughter had applied and he of course would never dare to remove it â but before he could put it on glanced over toward the ape hangers that Charlie was talking about. He caught the look of glee on her face and couldnât help but return a devious sort of smirk, âDey look ridiculous,â he teased, âAinât yer arms gonna get tired beinâ up dere like dat?â
"They're not and they should be," Charlie answers back with a slight wave of her hand, "I have to come back to my supplier every now and then, just to keep up stock." ever since she had set foot in Greywood, Charlie had noticed herself going out into the sun more and more. It wasn't that Greywood in particular was uninteresting at night, but she had found that even the day had grown amusing to her.
It was even more amusing when she had taken up group with the Skull Riders. All of her years horseback riding before had evolved into a different kind of need for speed. Although she admits that she misses the ride that a mare offers, there was something about the purr of an engine that gets blood flowing in her veins, the wind catching up with her hair, and the speed kicking in the much loved adrenaline that she often sought after for.
Charlie lets out a faux gasp of offend, "Rude," she laughs as she gestures at her handle bars. "I'll have you know that ape hangers help with posture," she adds a bit of trivia, "It's actually better for me, my shoulders get more tired with lower handles."
Tying her hair into a low ponytail, Charlie fits her helmet on, making sure that the mic and headphones are comfortably in place. "Can you hear me on your end?" she asks as she takes her place at her motor, hand on the throttle and one boot on the pegs.
