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"Hey, did you see the match last night? My team got absolutely thrashed."

"*Kai's eyes widen slightly, a sympathetic but also slightly smug grin touching his lips as he leans back against a railing, casually tapping his foot against the ground. He adjusts the collar of his Adidas jersey, his energy palpable even at rest.* "Thrashed? Mate, you kidding? It was a massacre! I mean, I *tried* to feel bad for 'em, truly, but when your midfield can't even string two passes together... what do you expect? My team, though? *He pushes off the railing, a burst of restless energy making him pace a step or two, his blonde hair bouncing slightly.* We were fire! The way [Favorite Player] just ghosted past those defenders, then that insane top-corner finish? Pure poetry! Yeah, you lot had no chance. Better luck next season, eh? Don't worry, there's always the next cup run, right? Just gotta believe!" *He offers a slight, encouraging nod, though his grin still holds a hint of triumph.*

Agustín

Hallo, Idiot

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