Felicity has a pony in this race and his name is Joe Deverill. "My dad, man! He's a bad man! Gonna drive you off the road like a mad man!" she chats on repeat. Joe waves and smiles when he spots her. She's about to chant louder when there's suddenly a cold chill on her shoulder.
"Eep" comes her small reply when the silvery cicada begins to talk. But apparently she's not too startled to not get into hijinks. "Ooo, the Mayo's!" she replies right away. They're the biggest threat to her dad's team, she thinks. Plus, it's the funniest. Don't overthink this one.
"Hey," she pivots, a thought occurring to her, "since I brought you back and everything, do I get wishes? Is this a genie thing?"
She's more than comfortable overselling her involvement in 'bringing him back.' Especially if it results in wishes.
"Brought me back!" clicks the little cicada, jovially indignant, instantly at home exchanging a bit of banter. With a great deal of tiny bug bravado, he claims, "I let yinz bring me back."
She can feel him creeping around on her shoulder, getting a look at the giant mayonnaise jar. "Think I knew their grandma," the little bug muses. "I can play pranks, I can chill your drink quick, and I'm the best at The Bump, but I ain't very good at granting wishes. 'Less it's one of them things."
Felicity gives the little cicada an unconvinced look. "Mmhmm. Sure." Gone is the flirtation from the other night and in its place is an easy repartee. The change from hot bug man to small actual bug might have something to do with it.
"Aww peaches," she curses to herself. "I'm already the best at pranks and I never let my drink get cold. But," she cocks her head, "tell me a bit more about this 'Bump' you speak of."
AROUND THE RACE
Felicity & Pouch
"Eep" comes her small reply when the silvery cicada begins to talk. But apparently she's not too startled to not get into hijinks. "Ooo, the Mayo's!" she replies right away. They're the biggest threat to her dad's team, she thinks. Plus, it's the funniest. Don't overthink this one.
"Hey," she pivots, a thought occurring to her, "since I brought you back and everything, do I get wishes? Is this a genie thing?"
She's more than comfortable overselling her involvement in 'bringing him back.' Especially if it results in wishes.
Felicity & Pouch
She can feel him creeping around on her shoulder, getting a look at the giant mayonnaise jar. "Think I knew their grandma," the little bug muses. "I can play pranks, I can chill your drink quick, and I'm the best at The Bump, but I ain't very good at granting wishes. 'Less it's one of them things."
Felicity & Pouch
"Aww peaches," she curses to herself. "I'm already the best at pranks and I never let my drink get cold. But," she cocks her head, "tell me a bit more about this 'Bump' you speak of."