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alexandra: charles t’as vu mes temps fp2? almost melted the tires but still faster than max
Charles: “Almost melted”? You mean almost spun. Stop flexing like that.
alexandra: spinning = learning. t’inquiète, i got it
charles: Sure, sure. But mark my words, Max is gonna try some dumb move next race. You ready?
alexandra: always. let him overthink, i’ll just overtake
charles: I really don’t want to see you in the barriers again. Merde.
alexandra: lol i wish you would, that’s peak entertainment
charles: You little menace… I might just come over and lecture you.
alexandra: tu oserais pas
charles: Try me. I’m your annoying big brother, remember?
alexandra: big brother? i literally dusted you in karting
charles: Doesn’t count, I let you win. Diplomacy is key.
alexandra: whatever
max
Charles: Max, we need to talk.
Max: About what? Your little protégé?
charles: Don’t call her that. She’s fast. Faster than you think.
Max: Relax. She’s a rookie. I race rookies all the time.
Charles: Yeah, some rookies leave crying. She doesn’t. And if you underestimate her, she will bite back.
Max: Bite back? Sounds fun.
Charles: Not fun. I don’t want to see her get steamrolled by your ego.
Max: She’s got claws. Noted.
Charles: And if she passes you clean, don’t come crying
Charles: I know about the dating
It's..taken a toll on her
You can't pretend that this championship wont affect your relationship.
Charles: Max?
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alex
maxie: you told charles?
alex: about?
maxie: dont play dumb
alex: FINE he found out
maxie: how the fuck?
alex: he asked me after he saw us holding hands at the airport
maxie: yep
alex: k gotta go ayao is calling me! luv you
maxie: bye schat love you.