Good! [As soon as the doorway is clear, Malik steps on it, flying out the door and onto the beach where the wheels of his bike toss up sand behind them. He enjoyed it; the feel of the wind in his hair, engine rumbling beneath him. Bakura's arms and chest against him were a new sensation, but not one that he minded.
He turns them off to the right, rounding around the back of the school before heading north along the grassy cliff edge.]
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He turns them off to the right, rounding around the back of the school before heading north along the grassy cliff edge.]