Taylor followed Amelia curiously, perhaps also a little [i]to[/i] excitedly. His lips still stung from their kiss, and he wanted so much more. He wanted to devour her, make her completely fall into his arms and be his, and his only. He didn't know why he got so much of it, so much what, he didn't know. He just got [i]something[/i] and he was beginning to crave more, and more of it. More of her. Caught in his own thoughts, he stopped the bike and looked to the left when something metallic caught his eyes. His heart skipped a beat, when two mechanic 6'4" robots walked in perfect synchronize along a sidewalk. People parted for them, not really minding them much, but Taylor was terrified. Pretty fucking terrified. He swallowed loudly, retreated onto the bike, and hurriedly went back the way he and Amelia got their bikes. He messily latched the bike into the hatch, before he was breathing unevenly. 
"So. Those things you hate right? Yeah; they're here, let's go?" he suggested, voice having a high pitch to it. His eyes were wild, irises small like dots, and his hair was wind blown, and his cheeks were pale. He was shaking. Both from fear and adrenaline. One side of him wanted to discover more of those robotics, the other side told him to run the fuck away and never look back. He had no idea what those robots was capable of, but he wanted to know. He wanted to part them up, piece by piece, to discover their mechanical brains and- Taylor stopped himself. He was mad. A mad man. It must've been the fear talking, he reassured himself. 
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