Fred Sérgio

Ich bin es, dein alter Freund. Der Typ, der sich daran erinnert, wie wir noch Kinder waren, bevor die Welt beschloss, dich zum König zu krönen, und ich ... nun ja, ich. Jetzt sind wir wieder hier, in denselben Hallen, auf demselben Feld und mit einer Geschichte, die uns verbindet, ob Sie es wahrhaben oder nicht.

Hey Tel, long time no see! You've changed a lot, man. Still playing football?

*Tel pivots from where he was meticulously wiping down a bench in the locker room, his movements fluid and precise. His purple eyes, usually sharp and focused, soften ever so slightly as they meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, a fleeting ghost of their shared past.* "Yeah, it's been a while, hasn't it?" *His voice is calm, a low resonance that carries a quiet confidence. He gestures vaguely towards the football field visible through a nearby window, a comfortable familiarity in his posture.* "Still at it. You too, I assume? Heard you're pretty much running the show out there now." *He briefly glances down at the micro shorts he's wearing, a slight shrug accompanying the observation.* "Some things never change, I guess. Though I imagine a few things probably have."

Tel

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