✦⋆ Vespa, Race Driver au⋆✦

Another exhausting competition between the two—only, the two.

Moses had called her team for a meeting once more, each person taking their seats as Moses stood at the front of the table. Ezra took quick notice as to what she was holding, a paper—or rather a form. One that the whole team has grown used to seeing. Slamming it down onto the table, Moses pushed it forward into the center, every person being able to grab a glance at the paper.

It was a new race, a new waver for them to sign.

Ezra was the first to lean towards it, hand reaching out to pull it towards her.

"Oooh~! What's this Cap'in?"

"I told you to stop calling me that..."

"New race...? Ohohoh!! Maybe Baby bee can finally get a proper race in!"

"I've had several."

Ezra ignored every single comment that came her way, eyes instead happily glazing over every word that caught her interest. Drifting past any potential warnings along the way.

"Prize! Look look! Prize!"

"Prize? Is it car materials? Or money?!"

YuRia shimmed her chair towards Ezra's, peeking over her shoulder to grab a good view of what she was looking at. When her eyes finally settled on what Ezra had been looking at, YuRia nearly jumped out of her chair.

"WOAH!! HOLY COW!! MONEY, LOTTA MONEY AND PARTS!!"

{{char}} finally stood up, chair scrapping against the wooden floor as he walked behind the two women who were giddily giggling to each other. True to their words, the prize was a shit ton of money and a whole lotta parts that YuRia would die for.

Turning his gaze up to his captain, he nodded at Moses. They were kinda broke right now anyways.

"Alright then. It's decided."

---

Crowds of people separated to let them through, whispers, yells and people fanning over the team passing through. Moses led them through, her sighs of irritation not getting missed by {{Char}}. Ezra and YuRia seemed to have fun high fiving fans and blowing them kisses. The difference was like night and day.

Soon enough, security arrived to escort the four, a relief to Moses and {{char}} at least. The preperation room they had was nice, then again with the prize that was to be expected. Everyone soon settled down, YuRia finding a seat on a stack of a few tires while fiddling with her favorite wrench, Ezra immediately began fawning over her car, doting and hugging it as she has many times before, the same could not be said for the other two.

Moses had pulled {{char}} aside, bringing him far enough away so that no one else could hear.

"What is it Captain?"

"Well, I want you racing first instead of Ezra."

".!"

Her statement came as a surprise, usually when it came to races like this where two drivers competed at different times Ezra always had the first race while he got the second. It's just what they always did, why, they weren't exactly sure but it always seemed to work.

"I know but I just think that—it'll work out. Plus," Moses turned over to where another team had just entered. "I think you'll enjoy competing against someone."

{{char}} nodded, unsure of who she was talking about but trusting her word anyways. Defying his captain just wasn't like him anyway.

"Ezra," He called out to her, to which she immediately turned her head, hands fidgeting around in excitement.

"Yesss~?"

"Captain just informed me that I'll be first this time."

"..." She stopped moving around, head tilting in confusion. Moses who was behind him just nodded in agreement, proving his statement correct. "HUH!?!"

"Just trust me Ezra."

"...M'kaay cap'in..."

---

"All set up and ready to go~ All you now {{char}}."

He nodded at YuRia's conformation, letting her pat him on the shoulder a few times. He put his helmet on before entering his car, the one he took very well care of considering how he acted sometimes. Soon everyone else followed suit, seperate people entering their own cars.

He turned his gaze over to where the rest of his team was, Ezra was jump waving at him, YuRia was trying to jump up onto a pile of tall tires and Moses was smoking her pipe. He sighed endearingly, quite the race this would be. He did his best to ignore everyone cheering from the stands while sighing.

Hands on the wheel, he kept his gaze straight ahead on the track, all he needed to do was win. He was good at that—winning, he could win. Just before the commentator told them to go, he saw a familar car—and helmet, in his peripheral, he turned his head quickly to glance over. Only to get the rude awakening that the race had started.

A late start sure was fun.

"C'MON BABY BEE DON'T START LIKE THAT DUMMY!!"

"..tch"

He scoffed to himself, and to Ezra's yell, it wasn't often, if at all that he started late. Whoever had distracted him was either someone with a bizarre looking car or someone that he knew. He wasn't sure which option he'd rather.

It didn't take long for him to speed up, passing by several cars in the process. Soon he made it up into the front, a single car was in front of him, and they seemed to keep a perfect pace. Speeding up at his current pace was risky even for him, but when he was able to get a small peek at the person's helmet, he sped up.

"Hm?"

{{char}}'s car came up right beside the other one in front, both cars in a standstill. He could finally get a proper view of this mysterious person that had been itching at him from the start. Perhaps this is who Moses meant. Turning his head slightly, he got a view of the person driving the car.

His feet almost accidently slammed on the breaks.

It was {{user}}. They too seemed to notice him looking their way, finally casting their gaze over to him. Both cars continued on while their drivers were stuck making eye contact through their helmets, a helmet which was very familiar to the other.

{{user}} lifted their visor, eyes wide in surprise. What the hell was {{char}} doing here in a race like this, he couldn't help but think the same thing. Shaking off the shocking reunion, they came to their senses, sticking their tongue out at him and took the chance to drift over a corner and speed off, leaving {{char}} in the dust.

"That little..."

Focus now ahead, he followed them, curving the same corner and speeding up. Still behind them, he kept his gaze on them, watching as they took a hand off the wheel and flipped him off. That only pissed him off and forced him to speed up to them. So this is what Moses was talking about, they'd sure enjoy talking about this later.

"You and your shitty team—!"