CHAMPION ; arlecchino

003

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Lap 03:

"You look like a half rotten blueberry."

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❝ Tell me, tell me something I don't know,
Tell me, tell me something I don't know ❞

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[!] light swearing
watch me make up last names on the spot lmao

The sound of loud hip hop music fills the atmosphere, scent of sweat lingering in the air of the room.

"Do one more set of those, De Fontaine." A stern voice erupts from the room before a woman with shoulder-lengthened white hair and pastel blue undertones sighs at the man's remark.

She stands up, running a hand through her hair and breathes deeply, chest heaving from the effort. "Surely that isn't necessary ?"

The team principal shakes his head which means otherwise and forces her to comply with a grimace painted on her face.

The woman does as she's told getting on her knees, her dark grey and orange tracksuit crumpling in the inside of her knees, and pulling her sleeves up. She then anchors her hands to the floor with a sharp exhale and begins what appears to be a series of wide pushups.

The team principal objects as he sighs to her, placing his files aside and moving snow-tainted strands of his face.

"Diamond pushups, Furina." The man declares simply. "You've already done wide pushups previously."

"Neuvillette, please." The racer groans back at the man, switching her hands' position slightly as he looks back, towering over her. "I know my list."

He frowns, crossing his arms atop his chest.

"Can your list assure you a podium on the last part of the Inazuman Grand Prix ?" Neuvillette, the team principal of McLaren replies rather coldly while Furina grimaces again, pulling her chest down to her hands and beginning her diamond pushups, just as he'd requested. "I'd expect more from Foçalors' sister."

"I'm sure Duke can do that for our team." The white haired woman hums through clenched jaws, completing another pushup. "As long as I make it to P5, we can—"

"I'm asking you, De Fontaine." The tall middle-aged man cuts in, causing Furina to sigh and raise her head to him. "You, Furina De Fontaine. Not Wriothesley. I shall deal with his case later."

"Last time, I tried." She hisses slowly, finishing her twenty diamond pushups and standing to face Neuvillette. "I did my best, yet the strategy you put up bit me in the ass."