CHAMPION ; arlecchino

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Lap 11:

A date with Arlecchino Di Knave
and Ajax the invasive thirdwheel

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❝ And I say, hey-ho! here she go,
Either a lil' too high or a lil' too low! ❞

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[!] light swearing,
- somehow, Arlecchino asks you to spend
the day with her. Ajax Childe Parsifal Di Tartaglia YOU GODDAMN THIRDWHEEL
- Red Bull tutoring sessions ?
- Red Bull the gossip gang

The evening after the Port Ormos Grand Prix after party, — where Ajax had decided that Eula's pole win had to be celebrated with the finest ideas ever, — the four of you; respectively Ajax, Arlecchino, Pierro and yourself, — already have to depart for Fontaine for the next race, in Poisson. Not knowing what to do with the rest of your day, you finally decide to just go back to the Red Bull club in Snezhnaya that's located in your and Ajax's hometown: Zapolyany.

It's about half past twelve when you're waiting in the corridors for Ajax to finish discussing with Pierro and removing his blue racing tracksuit.

Again. You sigh, before snapping out of your own thoughts because it's none other than Arlecchino Di Knave, the top Red Bull Formula One driver, who walks out of the corridor perpendicular to the one you're standing in.

" 'Morning." You simply mouth to her, adjusting your posture to avoid slouching along the wall. "... 'Raced well ?"

"Quite well." Arlecchino nods in accordance, before she tilts her head to the side, as if something is bothering her. "Are you busy today ?"

"Not really, no." You reply simply, gazing back at her curiously. "Why so ?"

"Do you want to go out and about today ?" The ash haired driver questions rather bluntly. "Like, get some food for lunch... or anything else ?"

At the suggestion, you can't help but smile; "That sounds like a good idea... so why not ?"

At the same moment, Ajax walks out of the men's changing room, whistling a tune to himself.

"Oh, you two !" He chimes happily, grabbing the two of you by the shoulders and bringing you close to him. "Wanna go eat outside ?"

"That's what I asked Y/n merely a minute ago." Arlecchino declares, slowly brushing Ajax's hand away from her. "Where would you want to go, Ajax ?"