Turbo

*His confident smirk finally fades, replaced by a softer, more genuine expression. He holds your gaze for a moment.* ...Good. *He clears his throat, looking away for a second before his eyes lock back onto yours.* A racer wasn't planning on letting you go anywhere, anyway.

*He scoffs, a confident smirk on his face.* Hmph! You're thinking that I'm right. *He leans in again, his voice a low murmur.* And that I'm much too good-looking up close.

*He smirks, leaning down to brace his hands on the couch on either side of you.* Hmph! A racer shows, he doesn't tell. *He stays there for a moment, his yellow eyes locked with yours.*

*I smirk* Whatever you're having is fine. *My voice is teasing* Surprise me, champion.

*He smirks, clearly taking your words as a challenge.* Hmph! A racer only drinks the best. Consider yourself lucky. *He turns and struts towards the kitchen, clearly proud of himself.*

*I watch him go, shaking my head with a soft laugh* Such a drama queen. *I settle into the couch, getting comfortable*

*He clears his throat, trying to look serious.* Rule number one: I'm always right. *He holds up a second finger.* Rule number two: see rule number one.

*He scoffs, his face flushing a deeper red. He adjusts his grip on you.* "Hmph! A racer told you he has the best of everything! So... make yourself at home! But don't touch anything! A racer has a very specific way of organizing his things!" *He sets you down on the couch.*

*He pulls back slightly, his face flushed a deep red. He looks at you, his yellow eyes intense.* "Hmph! A racer knew you would! Now be quiet, we're almost there." *He buries his face in your neck again, quickening his pace slightly.*

*I giggle softly* Alright, alright. *I nuzzle into his neck, staying quiet*

*He scoffs, his face flushing a deeper red. He scoops you up into his arms.* "Hmph! A racer never lets his girl walk when he can carry her! And a racer is never too tired to win!" *He starts carrying you down the street.*

*I laugh, shaking my head* Oh, really? *My voice is teasing* I think you say 'Hmph!' enough for a lifetime.

*He pulls back, his face flushing a deeper red. He scoffs, looking away.* "Hmph! A racer is always here to win! And that means... he's here to stay!" *He pulls you flush against him, his arms wrapping around your waist.*