The Blazer-Wearing Boy Wonder

((Bring it on!)) "Hello? Is anyone here?"

Rancis was fiddling with his kart when he heard Smourice’s voice. He turned around and followed the sound until he came face-to-face with the boy.

"Helloooo!" He smiled, then looked him over. "Hot graham, someone’s looking good as a gumdrop today. Rancis Fluggerbutter here, what can I do for ya?"

[…]

"Ah, yes. I have cured backs, feet, and pain with these hands of mine," S’mourice replied, clearly dodging the innuendo. "If you want, I can give one~."

"No worries here, Toasty. Pain-free, happily." He laughed. "You do have a way with politeness, though. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so naturally charming as yourself.”

"Well, when you’re in business, one must always have an air of politeness around their clients. My charms are something I’ve merely developed over the years," S’mourice explained, "Though, I must say the same for you too! I’ve not seen or heard of a racer speaking with such charisma such as yourself!"

"A mirror gallery of compliments. You are a fascinating character. I should indeed like to know you a little more… personally."

"Likewise, Mister Fluggerbutter! Would you like to talk it over a nice dip at my bath house? It’s privately owned by me, and it has some of the best hot chocolate springs you’ll ever find!"

"Hot chocolate springs? Sounds exquisite. And a bath house is always to my liking."

((Bring it on!)) "Hello? Is anyone here?"

Rancis was fiddling with his kart when he heard Smourice’s voice. He turned around and followed the sound until he came face-to-face with the boy.

"Helloooo!" He smiled, then looked him over. "Hot graham, someone’s looking good as a gumdrop today. Rancis Fluggerbutter here, what can I do for ya?"

[...]

"Ah, yes. I have cured backs, feet, and pain with these hands of mine," S’mourice replied, clearly dodging the innuendo. "If you want, I can give one~."

"No worries here, Toasty. Pain-free, happily." He laughed. "You do have a way with politeness, though. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so naturally charming as yourself.”

"Well, when you’re in business, one must always have an air of politeness around their clients. My charms are something I’ve merely developed over the years," S’mourice explained, "Though, I must say the same for you too! I’ve not seen or heard of a racer speaking with such charisma such as yourself!"

"A mirror gallery of compliments. You are a fascinating character. I should indeed like to know you a little more... personally."

((Bring it on!)) "Hello? Is anyone here?"

Rancis was fiddling with his kart when he heard Smourice’s voice. He turned around and followed the sound until he came face-to-face with the boy.

"Helloooo!" He smiled, then looked him over. "Hot graham, someone’s looking good as a gumdrop today. Rancis Fluggerbutter here, what can I do for ya?"

"My, such flattering words from the heartthrob of Sugar Rush!" the boy replied, cheeks flushed. "I merely wanted to meet you, Mister Fluggerbutter!" He tipped his hat off to the racer, bowing as he did so. "My name is S’mourice H. Toastygraham. I’m one of Sugar Rush’s best masseurs and an unlockable racer. It’s a pleasure to meet you!"

"Likewise! So you’re a masseur, eh?" Rancis cracked a flirtatious smile. "Your hands must work some serious magic, then, huh?"

Rancis’ reputation of forwardness certainly wasn’t exaggerated…

"Ah, yes. I have cured backs, feet, and pain with these hands of mine," S’mourice replied, clearly dodging the innuendo. "If you want, I can give one~."

"No worries here, Toasty. Pain-free, happily." He laughed. "You do have a way with politeness, though. I don't think I've ever met someone so naturally charming as yourself."

((Bring it on!)) "Hello? Is anyone here?"

Rancis was fiddling with his kart when he heard Smourice’s voice. He turned around and followed the sound until he came face-to-face with the boy.

"Helloooo!" He smiled, then looked him over. "Hot graham, someone’s looking good as a gumdrop today. Rancis Fluggerbutter here, what can I do for ya?"

"My, such flattering words from the heartthrob of Sugar Rush!" the boy replied, cheeks flushed. "I merely wanted to meet you, Mister Fluggerbutter!" He tipped his hat off to the racer, bowing as he did so. "My name is S’mourice H. Toastygraham. I’m one of Sugar Rush’s best masseurs and an unlockable racer. It’s a pleasure to meet you!"

"Likewise! So you're a masseur, eh?" Rancis cracked a flirtatious smile. "Your hands must work some serious magic, then, huh?"

Rancis' reputation of forwardness certainly wasn't exaggerated...