"It's morning in London." And the weather is terrible. Not to mention that the scenery he has to view is largely the back of Stiles's head. Boundaries be damned, those almost too dark eyes are rolling as he suddenly nudges one of the other boy's feet off of a pedal and immediately replaces it with his own to keep them from losing control.

"Keep steering; we have another left coming up." So he says before then hijacking the second pedal, suddenly working the chain of that bicycle nearly twice as hard as he amps up their speed.

What he doesn't have in personality he makes up for in quads.