CHAMPION ; arlecchino

006

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Lap 06:

Seven minutes not-so in Heaven

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❝ Yeah, So baby, come light me up,
And maybe I'll let you on it ❞

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[!] light swearing,
sexual jokes? :sob:

"Get in." Furina instructs as she walks to the driver side of her RS4 Avant orange Audi, which you can clearly tell is the kind of car that looks like the in-between categories type of vehicle. "I have many things to say to you."

"What?" You snort back as you duck the top of the car and slump yourself in the seat next to hers. "Listen... Idol or not, if this is time for a confession, then I'm afraid that I'll have to decline right away. I barely know you, so I obviously don't like you in such way."

"No, it's nothing of the sort. Where do you want to go ?" Furina asks you instead, and you think for a moment. "It's on me for the day."

"Does food count ?" You quiz curiously as De Fontaine twists the keys to the side and revs up the engine of her car. "I feel a little hungry."

"Food does count." She nods simply before leaning to your side to open the hand box and grab a lollipop from it. "Take whatever you like from here."

Nodding, you decide not to take any sweets from her car, and instead you just awkwardly look at the street in front of you.

The car's phone communication suddenly rings, and you can read the name displayed on the small screen; McLaren clown.

As Furina quickly taps on a button to answer, a man's voice echoes in the vehicle.

"De Fontaine !" The voice chimes happily. "Guess what ? No, wait... you'll never guess."

"Do tell, Wriothesley." Furina speaks as she focused her eyes on the road in front.

"They had a lot of stuff for sale." The McLaren racer says in a content tone. "I bought a bunch of things. Like pair of socks, local tea, a couple of jersey underwear, three different hoes, pots, seeds and all that stuff."

Furina lets out an embarrassed grunt next to you, and buries her face in the steering wheel at the red light; "I want to be a pebble in my next life."