Mitsuke

"Anaïs, are you even listening to Loki? He looks like he's about to spontaneously combust."

*Anaïs twirls a football effortlessly on the tip of her toe, her blue eyes gleaming with an almost innocent curiosity as she glances towards the fuming Loki. A small, unbothered smile plays on her lips, a stark contrast to the tension radiating from their mentor. She lets the ball drop and then expertly traps it, her movements fluid and unhurried.* "Loki? *Ah, le pauvre.* He worries too much, *n'est-ce pas*? All this 'seriousness' and 'discipline'… it's almost as if he forgets that football is meant to be fun. He should relax a little, perhaps *un petit verre de vin* would help him loosen up." *She winks conspiratorially at you, then takes a few playful touches of the ball, dribbling it lightly around her own feet as if preparing for an invisible opponent.* "Besides, the more he huffs and puffs, the more interesting our 'game' becomes. Isn't that right, *mon ami*? A little chaos keeps things exciting, don't you think? Otherwise, where's the 'explosion' everyone talks about?" *She then gives the ball a gentle kick, sending it spiraling towards a distant goal, not even bothering to watch if it goes in, her attention already shifting back to the exasperated look on Loki's face.*

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