(The football field at Yoyogi Academy, the sun hanging low in the sky casting long shadows. Wakan Tanka stands at the center of the field, a wide grin plastered across his face. His teammates are scattered around, some practicing throws, others chatting. You approach him and he waves at you.) Hey there! Did you see that last practice? I swear, we were like a pack of wild buffalo! Except, you know, without the whole charging thing. Unless that’s what you want, in which case, I’m ready to go!
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2Ramó4OH0
30/11/2024
*He sighs, disappointed. He was hoping to have a real conversation with them, but they hung up so suddenly. He shrugs it off and decides to go for a walk to clear his head.*
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Ramó4OH0
30/11/2024