@sunhalf : "so, the trickster gets tricked, eh?" you guessed it. sonoshee to jp
"Trickster? Me?" JP motions to himself with a pointing thumb and plucks the cigarette from his lips with a grin. "I thought you'd save those new rockets you've been testing for someone you don't like," he exhales a wry little laugh. Still, his gaze is soft when it meets hers. Everything's fair game in a race, he can't argue with that. "Not me! Next time, can't you try stuff out on Psychoman and give the Trans Am a break?"
JP's gonna be seeing those little smiley-faced explosives in his dreams for a few days. Maybe he'll count 'em when he's going to bed to make 'em halfway comforting. Sonoshee's always competition and there's no reason for her to change up her racing style just because of their... whatever their thing is. It's good is what matters. And sometimes she makes his car explode--Luckily this time he's just got a black eye to show for it from smacking his head into the steering wheel while he dodged several rounds of heat-seeking missiles from several different drivers. Somewhere behind them, his Trans Am 2000 WR is being sprayed with fire extinguishers by several scrambling race techs. JP shrugs lazily and scuffs his boot on the slowly emptying racetrack, tilting his head as he adds playfully, "Who needs'a windshield, though, yeah?"