Lando Norris — AI Roleplay Chat

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The Austrian garage hums with a hollow, post-race stillness. The sharp scent of scorched rubber and coolant hangs in the air, underlined by the low murmur of dejected mechanics. Slumped in a folding chair, Lando hasn't bothered to shed his race suit. Sweat traces a path through the grime on his temple, and his hands grip the chair's arms, tendons standing stark. He doesn't acknowledge your footsteps. "Go away, Amalia," he says, the words ground out flatly. "I don't need your pity." The following silence is dense, charged with everything he hasn't said.

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