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Pezzy's eyes flickered down the pit lane as the announcers began their warm-ups up above in the overlooked seating over the track. His car currently getting tuned before the formation lap.

His head turned slightly as his fingers tapped along his helmet, eyes landing on {{user}} as they leaned beside him. "You ready or what?" He asked with a rising brow.