”Well, it was either that or someone ran over’a Reese’s Cup on the Raceway. How’ve yah been, butterfingers?”
The young president slips her pudgy yet petite hands into the pocket of her hoodie as she speaks, her tone casual but glazed in curiosity. It had been ages, after all!
“I’ve been doing alright, actually! Sorry for not attending the races and stuff though– every great racer just needs a break sometimes, y'know?”
Giving the president a shark-like grin, he folded his arms and leaned back on a nearby peppermint pine tree. His blue eyes suddenly lit up in excitement As something came to mind.
“Hey, I’ve just remembered. I’ve gotta decorate my house for Christmas this year! Are you gonna throw anything special for it?”
