Jax pattered after him through his house, not even noticing how dim it was. But still, she was glad to be outside once more, where she could see where she was going–even if it was dreadfully cold.
She crossed one bare foot over the other and shivered a little, watching Jack turn on the strange machine. As it roared to life she yelped and jumped several inches into the air, hair poofing outward in surprise–but fascination won over fear, her huge eyes glittering as she watched Jack sit astride it like some beast of burden.
Hesitation. But then she took one small step forward…another…and then hopped forward, carefully climbing up behind Jack and perching on the back of the motorcycle with extreme caution (but equally extreme curiosity). “Move like car? Make beep honk sound car?” She yelled over the idling engine, looping her long arms around Jack’s solid waist.
“That’s right! It can go very fast, but I’ll just take us around the lot a bit,” he shouted back. He revved the engine for effect and changed gears, lifting his feet into the rests. As promised, and very much unlike Charlie’s first ride, he took the motorcycle in a slow circle.
“This is the honk sound.” Jack’s bike blared a loud and painful noise, an aftermarket addition he’d put in. “But I also have this, which I prefer.” He hit something and the honks performed a pleasant tune.