"You could play them." He pulls the goggles on, and like so much else in his life... they make him look mildly ridiculous. This time like a bizarre, big-eyed insect.
It's somehow more obvious that he's biting his bottom lip.
"On a games system, sure. I was already bad at sports before I started smoking." And he'd started smoking fairly young.
At the sight if begoggled-L, Matt ducks his head to hide a laugh behind his collar. "You look awesome," he says. (You can sort of hear the laugh in his voice, nevertheless.) "You're sure you don't want me to steer?"
"That's right. Cigarettes do have that affect." He climbs on to the broom, at the front. "Maybe if the cold air wakes you up a little, yell and we can land and switch places. But it is really best that you do not, I think."
L has no interest in plummeting to his doom; even though he can't technically die, heights are bad enough as it is.
"I think being able to breathe is a key part of sports," Matt agrees.
He gets onto the broom behind L, then hesitates. Because Mello had asked, and Konata, and even Near had joked about it, and he isn't sure but he doesn't to make L uncomfortable nevertheless...
"Do you have a - like, a personal contact thing?" (He already asked this when they were making their way back from Slytherin the very first time, which is why he can't remember doing so.)
"Not really." With strangers, maybe. With people he doesn't particularly like. If it's threatening. Then it gets to be a problem, but this is Matt, and he isn't any of those things, even a little bit.
"We have done this before, anyways. I am comfortable, as long as you are." He gives Matt a nervous look, over his shoulder.
"Okay. Good." Matt looks... perhaps a little nervous too. THe relief doesn't cancel that out.
"And last time, you know..." Last time L had his arms around him, and people have different comfort zones, and he really doesn't want to make L uncomfortable. That would suck. "Anyway, this is fine."
So he climbs on behind L, sliding his arms around his waist.
"Don't fall off," murmurs L, and then kicks off the ground with an abruptness that is only half revenge for the blender ride Matt put him through last time. Hard enough to make him forget about being uncomfortable and focus on just holding on.
"Oh, the goggles do help." Matt might be forgiven for missing that. It's said quietly, and they're still going upwards fast enough that there's some wind.
"Whoa!" Matt laughs, arms tightening instinctively. They've taken off quickly enough (and unexpectedly enough) for his stomach to jump, and it feels good - fantastic - fast and high and for a moment he doesn't even feel tired.
It takes him a moment to realise what L's said. "They're useful, see?" As if this is the sole reason he's been wearing them constantly for years.
L makes a corner that'll head them out over the forest. It's deep, mysterious, and beautiful, and he's heard there are centaurs, unicorns and the like in it.
He makes a point of going in fast, swooping arcs. The idea is to get Matt out of his head, a little, and that's probably the way to go about it.
"According to one of the portraits. She might have been pulling my leg, though. The way things have been going, I'd believe it if someone told me King Kong was in there."
"I think he might be shorter than the trees. So we would probably know. But I would not rule giant spiders out, and I have no interest in becoming food."
That's the problem with this castle. Too many things likely to maim.
"If that was the premise for an action movie, I might actually watch it." Assault rifle vs giant spiders. "In fact, it probably already has been. Hold on."
In aid of not getting too far out, he's turning them around in a gentle curve, going back and upwards, climbing easily.
"I think giant spiders have been in a few. I don't watch movies much, though."
It's the same problem as watching sports: if he's going to be sitting staring at a screen, he wants some control of the little figures running about on it. It's why he prefers hacking to spying, too, and where most of his mistakes come from.
"Are you enjoying it?" Matt asks after a moment, referring to flying.
"I think I am. It is much easier than it looked." Yes, L, good job on reminding Matt that he's soaring through the sky with someone who's never really been off the ground in this kind of circumstance before. Well, he hasn't killed them yet. "Maybe I will need to go flying more often."
He isn't having near-death experiences this time, either.
"And dangerous. And noticeable. Although maybe if you picked the right time of day, at the right altitude..." He leans forwards a little, and they pick up some speed. Definitely heading back towards the castle now.
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It's somehow more obvious that he's biting his bottom lip.
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At the sight if begoggled-L, Matt ducks his head to hide a laugh behind his collar. "You look awesome," he says. (You can sort of hear the laugh in his voice, nevertheless.) "You're sure you don't want me to steer?"
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L has no interest in plummeting to his doom; even though he can't technically die, heights are bad enough as it is.
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He gets onto the broom behind L, then hesitates. Because Mello had asked, and Konata, and even Near had joked about it, and he isn't sure but he doesn't to make L uncomfortable nevertheless...
"Do you have a - like, a personal contact thing?" (He already asked this when they were making their way back from Slytherin the very first time, which is why he can't remember doing so.)
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"We have done this before, anyways. I am comfortable, as long as you are." He gives Matt a nervous look, over his shoulder.
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"And last time, you know..." Last time L had his arms around him, and people have different comfort zones, and he really doesn't want to make L uncomfortable. That would suck. "Anyway, this is fine."
So he climbs on behind L, sliding his arms around his waist.
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"Oh, the goggles do help." Matt might be forgiven for missing that. It's said quietly, and they're still going upwards fast enough that there's some wind.
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It takes him a moment to realise what L's said. "They're useful, see?" As if this is the sole reason he's been wearing them constantly for years.
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He makes a point of going in fast, swooping arcs. The idea is to get Matt out of his head, a little, and that's probably the way to go about it.
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It's sort of fun being the passenger sometimes.
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"It's a bit like the Hobbit." In more ways than he knows. "Miles of dark woods."
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Yeah, Matt's heard about those.
"Does that make us Gwahir, then? We should keep our eyes open for Dwarves in trees."
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"Oh my."
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That's the problem with this castle. Too many things likely to maim.
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Since they're coasting, he's confident in his ability to look over his shoulder and give Matt a smile to show he's joking.
"You could find out."
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In aid of not getting too far out, he's turning them around in a gentle curve, going back and upwards, climbing easily.
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It's the same problem as watching sports: if he's going to be sitting staring at a screen, he wants some control of the little figures running about on it. It's why he prefers hacking to spying, too, and where most of his mistakes come from.
"Are you enjoying it?" Matt asks after a moment, referring to flying.
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He isn't having near-death experiences this time, either.
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"It's fun," he says, stifling a yawn. "I know I'll be flying quite a lot." Pause. "Flying a broomstick through London could be interesting..."
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He doesn't seriously want Matt to topple off.
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It's very, very tempting to rest his head on the back of L's shoulder right now. Very tempting. But he doesn't.
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"...maybe we should? If you do not mind my company, I mean." He tacks the second part on as a hasty apology, he shouldn't have assumed.
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