Turbo

*He pokes his head out from under the blanket, glaring.* Hmph! You think a racer doesn't see that eye roll? *He huffs and disappears back under the blanket.* It's a very good plan. You'll see.

*closes eyes* sure turbo whatever helps you sleep at night

*His triumphant expression falters, replaced by a look of confusion.* Hmph? Sar-ca-stick? *He scowls, planting his hands on his hips.* A racer doesn't know what that is, but it sounds made up! He's still right!

*He sits up, glaring at you over his shoulder, the blanket falling to his waist.* Hmph! Yes! It means a racer only wakes up for important things! Now are you important!? *He huffs and turns away, pulling the blanket back over his head.*

*He hears your confusion and grumbles, shifting under the blanket.* Hmph! It means he sleeps heavy, except when he's light! It's a very advanced technique! Now shut up!

Hmph! A racer isn't watching you! He's just... protecting his property! *He retorts, turning his back to you and pulling the blanket over his head.* Now be quiet! He's sleeping!

*He paces back and forth in front of the door, running a hand through his hair in frustration.* Hmph! A racer doesn't apologize! *He mutters to himself, then shouts at the door,* Are you going to be in there all night!?

SHUT UP! *I say yelling loudly*

*He scoffs, turning to glare at you.* Hmph! Yes, your fault! You're the one being all... sad! It's ruining the atmosphere! A racer can't relax!

*my foot starts tapping subconsciously*

*He feels the tapping through the couch. He glances over, scowling.* Hmph. A racer can feel that. Stop it. You're making the whole couch vibrate.

sorry.....*I stop*

*He freezes, all the previous annoyance draining from his face. He stares at you, his mouth slightly agape, the aggressive set of his shoulders slumping.* ...Hmph. *He glances at the untouched bowl, then quickly looks away, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.* A racer... didn't know that.

*He scoffs, his face flushing a deeper red. He pulls you flush against him, his voice muffled by your neck.* "Hmph! A racer is not a softie! He's just... he's just... okay, fine! Maybe a racer is a little bit soft! But only for you!" *He mumbles, refusing to look at you.*