Bonus! Racer asks Angel how to wimmenz.


"Angel? I... I've got a date tonight and I need to ask you some shit."

Maybe if she ignored him, he'd go away.

"Angie."

She let out a heavy sigh, resting her cheek on her hand and pretending to be completely focused on drawing out what her new Angelic Summon would look like.

"An-hell," Racer repeated with an accent.

Nope. Angel wasn't going to look.

"Sorano."

"Dammit, Sawyer," Angel half-spat, turning to look at the pointy-nosed man. Force once he wasn't wearing a speed-suit or a driver's outfit for once; just his best jeans and a striped button-up shirt. Angel blinked, surprised to see the change in wardrobe. "What do you want?"

"Do girls like suspension springs?" Racer asked, lifting up his goggles to sit in his moppy mess of blond hair. For once it wasn't spiked back or to the side, instead it was pulled back into a short ponytail.

"What?" Angel's face scrunched. "No."

"Oh," Racer looked off to the side before ploughing on. "Do you think high-grade motor oil would be a good gift for a girl?"

"Why the hell are you asking me," the silver-haired woman replied. "Also, no. Girls do not like suspension springs, or motor oil," she held up a finger and stopped her psuedo-brother from speaking, "Or white-walled tires, or retro racing engines. Tch, don't you know anything about girls?"

"I know you, and you're pretty vicious," Racer muttered under his breath.

"WHAT WAS THAT, CAR-BREATH."

"I-I mean- No! I don't know a fuckin' thing! Why the hell do you think I'm asking you?" Racer straightened himself, crossing his arms over his chest. "I can't ask Midnight- er, Brain II. Whatever. You know he don't like chicks. And Cobra's not so hot with the ladies, guy can face down dragons but he shakes in his boots when he tries to talk to girls."

The summoner looked at the speed-user and she sighed, rolling her eyes and giving in. "So you like a girl, huh," she began, oh-so-not-enthused. "Well, what's she like?"

"A monster," Racer chirped happily. Like it was a normal response. "A beautiful monster. With long, wavy silver hair and starry blue eyes, and she's tougher and faster than a Formula 11 and a BindyCar series put together."

Angel blinked, partly from surprise and partly from the fact that she didn't think those words would ever come out of Racer's mouth about a girl. "You do realize that the only time I've heard you talk about something like that, it was because they were opening the new Oshibana Speedway..." Seeing Racer shrug, Angel shook her head. "Girls like candy, and perfumes, and jewelry."

"What about-"

"Give any woman candy jewelry or SANCAR perfume and I will personally assist that poor girl in kicking your ass."