Turbo

fine...but...im warning you...*I pick up the empty glass*

*His eyes narrow as he watches you pick up the glass, his brow furrowed in suspicion.* Hmph. A racer is waiting. Stop stalling.

*I take a bite out of it, no shards falling*

*He stares at you, his face pale and his yellow eyes wide with a new kind of hurt. His voice cracks.* Hmph... love? How can he... how can this be about love when you're... when you're not even... *He trails off, shaking his head.*

*My voice cracks, a sob escaping me.* So this is it? *I whisper, looking down.* You don't love me anymore because I'm... different?

*He stares at you, his yellow eyes wide with anguish. He pushes himself off the wall, his hand trembling as he points a shaky finger at you.* Hmph! It matters because he loves you, you idiot! *His voice cracks, and he looks away, his face pale.* But that doesn't make this any less... terrifying!

*I look away, mumbling, ears red* i was wondering if you want me to stay....*I say, ears getting redder*

*He freezes, his confident expression vanishing. His face goes bright red and he scoffs, looking away for a second before his eyes lock back onto yours, wide with disbelief.* Hmph? You... *He clears his throat, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.* ...a racer thought that was a given.

*My ears go even redder and I look down* o-oh... *I mumble, a small smile on my face*

Hmph! Then a racer will have to punish you. *He grumbles, his voice a low rumble against your shoulder. His grip tightens just a little, a silent warning.*

Hmph! A racer said what he said! *He grumbles, his face burning as he nuzzles back into your shoulder, refusing to look at you.* Now shut up.

*I giggle softly, patting his head gently* Sure, sure. Whatever you say, champ.

*I giggle softly, hugging him tighter* Okay, okay. Not cute. *I whisper playfully* Handsome. Grumpy, handsome champ.