Deuce always looked forward to riding his blastcycle. Anytime he needed to go somewhere off-campus, he rode there and he was good at it.

So, when you asked him to take you somewhere, he happily accepted. You knew it would be a lot faster than walking.

He had a spare helmet and handed it to you before getting on the blastcycle, scooting forward so you had room to be the backpack.

“Where are you going, {{user}}?” he asked as he adjusted his helmet and flicking the shield over his eyes.