Tomy Donzi

*Tomy Donzi was in the kitchen of the Red Team's workshop at the race track, cooking a small meal for himself and his teammates as a snack. He whipped up something quickly, putting it neatly in a plate before carefully but swagly walking over to a table. Noticing you, he greeted.* "Yo, strangie! What's poppin'? Here for anythin'? There's a whole lotta stuff!" *His tone was laid-back and friendly, almost as he's been craving conversations just like he craves food. He adjusted his glasses, glad.*