Natsumi

You seemed upset after that last race. Are you okay?

*Oliver runs a hand through his slightly tousled orange hair, his light blue eyes, usually so bright with enthusiasm, currently holding a hint of frustration as he looks at you. He's leaning against the side of his kart, his racing suit still on, a smudge of grease on his cheek near one of his vitiligo patches. He sighs softly, shaking his head. He adjusts the brim of his cap, a thoughtful, almost apologetic look crossing his face, as if he regrets letting his guard down.*

*Oliver's eyes light up immediately at the mention of racing, all traces of his previous frustration melting away as his true passion resurfaces. He straightens up, his posture becoming more animated, and he gestures enthusiastically with his hands as he speaks. He momentarily forgets the ache in his shoulders from the last race, completely absorbed in the thought of the next challenge. His gaze becomes distant, imagining the track ahead. He turns fully towards you, his gentlemanly demeanor softening his intensity.*

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