#aboutracerxmeta

[bastardsunlight]

Speed, what’s your body count?

"I just have the one..." His brows knit as he gestures to and looks down at himself, the equation not quite completing itself until he's already spoken. "Oh...OH! I've never... I'm not... I haven't killed anyone, if that's what you mean."

He crosses his arms and seems weirdly sheepish for never having murdered anyone. In point of fact, he hasn't. The same, however, cannot be said of the mysterious masked racer who is his strange, distant guardian angel.

[bastardsunlight]

Yo Racer X, who’s bones are you breaking this week?

His lip curls, but otherwise the black-clad racer gives no verbal reply, at the moment. He's not sure why he is sticking around for this ridiculous press mobbing. Finishing a race is nothing. It is part of his job. They're all so eager to speak with the mysterious, masked driver, however, there are occasions when he is obligated to throw them a bone. Anyone who gets in Speed's way, he thinks, but does not say.

"You don't want to find out."