CHAMPION ; arlecchino

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Lap 15:

Arlecchino the little squirrel

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❝ Baby, I got chills,
Oh, baby I got chills. ❞

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[!] light swearing,
- Yes another slow burn hangout
- Arlecchino book but i got sidetracked lmao
- slightly shorter chapter
- Day 5 until Arlecchino !!

It's somewhat became your 'mission' to uncover the 'truth' behind Arlecchino Di Knave, top driver for the Oracle Red Bull Racing Formula One team. There's about three days before the grid sets off for Mondstadt for the conclusive Grand Prix of the season in mid December.

You've been more invested in the grid for the past month since that should-we-say fateful encounter with ORBR's F1 driver while picking your brother Ajax up. Searching up information, you had decided to begin with the younger drivers of the grid like Ayaka Kamisato or Furina de Fontaine, since their biographies wouldn't be very long — or so you thought because Furina's had been quite lengthy when you'd read it.

— So now, you're busy scrolling through Diluc Ragnvindr's Wikipedia page, because you'd been quite curious about him, the seven-time world champion.

"Y/n !" Ajax calls out, forcing you to shut your phone down and walk to him.

"What is it ?" You hiss at him, almost annoyed.

"Arle' wants to go and grab a bite with Pierro outside." He says. "She's asking if we want to come along."

Your heart hammers in your ribcage, obnoxiously. Another meet up with Arlecchino Di Knave ? That is all you are thinking about. A second later, you attempt to ignore the feeling and brush it off.

"Do you want to ?" You ask him.

"You know I'll always say yes to food."

"I do want to." You reply. "We could tag along with them."

"Sweet !" The ginger haired chimes happily as he nearly pounces down the hallway of the hotel rooms from excitement. "We leave in like, five minutes so get ready, quick !"

"I am ready, Ajax." You flatline to him with a gentle smile while he nods childishly and grabs a set of keys.

"Let's go then !" The young man cheers as he skips along the corridor. "We have food and friends waiting for us ! — That food isn't going to eat itself alone, you know !"

You make your way towards the venue, following along with the happy ginger haired driver, as he gleefully skips down the road.

It's about one in the afternoon when he accidentally trips on Pierro's boot in front of the Fontainean restaurant. Luckily, his reaction time saves him the embarrassment of falling and sprawling himself on the pavement. — Probably the only time that having a fast reaction time can come in handy.