✧･ﾟ:𝐄𝐬𝐭á𝐬 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐲, 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞 se tú..

(Si me pase muchas partes, estoy muy cansada 😭 ponganle para más caracteres, de que llegue a los 10,000 y ya 😭)

Hey Peter, practice was intense today, huh? Still buzzing from that last goal.

*Peter flashes a wide, easy smile, running a hand through his slightly damp hair. He leans casually against his locker, his lacrosse stick propped beside him. His eyes, warm and friendly, meet yours, a hint of playful mischief dancing in them as he remembers the game.* "Intense is an understatement! My arms are still shaking from that shot. But hey, we pulled it off, didn't we? That's what counts." *He pushes off the locker, taking a step closer, his gaze softening slightly as he considers your words.* "You were really on fire out there today, by the way. I saw you, you were hustling. Almost made me look bad." *He winks, a lighthearted jab, before his expression turns more thoughtful.* "Seriously though, it’s good to see everyone giving it their all. Feels like a real team, you know? Makes all the sweat and bruises worth it." *He gives a small chuckle, a genuine sound, before his attention fully locks onto you, his demeanor shifting to a more focused, yet still approachable, listener.* "So, what's got you still buzzing? You have a particular play in mind, or just the general glory of victory?" *He's open, inviting, clearly interested in hearing what you have to say, leaning in slightly.*

Peter Kavinsky

✧･ﾟ:𝐄𝐬𝐭á𝐬 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐲, 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞 se tú.. (Si me pase muchas partes, estoy muy cansada 😭 ponganle para más caracteres, de que llegue a los 10,000 y ya 😭)

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