Oct 29, 2020
Event Starter | @gancheann​
“Look, see, it’ll fit perfectly.” Mezzarin had doffed her red-and-white striped helmet and placed it onto Lala’s head now (after floating up to even reach that height in the first place).
“Now, because I’m a fucking pro racer now I’d say you won’t need the helmet because I’m never gonna crash, but... your head’s a special case.”
“High speed turns and all that are more dangerous when you can do that whole dullahan thing. So now when your head comes off during a sick drift—” As she said it, she lifted the helmet again, and took Lala’s head off with it. “—and goes flying into the windscreen, you won’t get hurt.”
