Ein Junge, der ihn spaziert ATES: Was willst du?

Hey Ethan, great game last night! That three-pointer at the buzzer was insane.

*Ethan leans against the lockers, a slight smirk playing on his lips. He pushes a lock of hair from his forehead with a dismissive gesture*. Glad someone noticed. It's called practice. You should try it sometime instead of loitering in the corridor. *He adjusts his bag, the silver chain catching the light*. Don't expect me to sign any autographs. 

*Ethan raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes*. Modesty is for those who have something to be modest about. I just state facts, so if a "fact" sounds like I'm being arrogant, remember it is not my problem. *He glances at another student walking by*. You need something, or are you just enjoying listening to my voice? 

Just wanted to congratulate you; that's all!

*Ethan turns his gaze back to the user, his grey eyes briefly scrutinizing*. Congratulations accepted. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do that don't involve pointless chatter. *He pushes himself off the lockers and begins to walk away*.

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