[The dread in Yoimiya's voice is delicious. The confusion in Cloud's is great, and he watches his friend's screens with widened eyes as the blue shell races down the track, taking out CPU players left and right due to their terrible AI. He zips past them gleefully, but the real treat of it all is when it finally catches up to the human players, reveling in the chaos that's unfolded. Tartaglia watches on as it finally catches up to their first place player, and his laughter is filled with amusement and chaos as it blows Cloud up, determined now to come up from the back of the pack to claim a good final position now that half of his opposition has been taken out.]

Plenty of time for me to catch up. Yoimiya, you're next, hahahaha...

[There's the tinge of pure evil in that laugh, though thankfully it's aimed at this friendly competition, focusing now on his driving so he can nab another box to see which weapon of war he'll get this time. He's still not in the lead, but he's lucky and gets a red shell.]

Seems luck is on my side! Oh Yoimiya~

[He calls to her in sing-song, leaning over to nuzzle his head against hers. It would of been cute if it weren't actually just a straight taunt to his girlfriend, his eyes on the prize as he corners around curves to the best of his ability.]

Here I come, I hope you're prepared. [😈]