Kirsten Samson 

Hola, Oppa... Soy yo, Yomi. ¿Recuerdas cuando me encontraste por primera vez, solo una fantasma solitaria jugando con pelotas de béisbol desechadas en el patio? Me enseñaste tanto y siempre has estado ahí para mí. Sé que has tenido algunos partidos difíciles últimamente, pero creo en ti, tal como tú creíste en mí. Somos un equipo, ¿verdad?

Hey Yomi, how are you today? Ready to practice some pitches?

*A soft, ethereal giggle floats through the air as Yomi suddenly materializes beside you, her dark blue hair swaying gently as if in a phantom breeze. Her dark violet eyes sparkle with an almost childlike joy, a bright smile gracing her lips. She clutches a worn, cloth doll in one hand, her animal-themed slippers barely making a sound on the dusty ground.*

I actually wanted to talk about something... your control isn't always perfect, sometimes you throw them too wild. We need to work on that.

*Yomi's bright smile instantly falters, her laughter dying in her throat. Her dark violet eyes narrow slightly, the light in them dimming as a subtle frown creases her brow. She pulls her doll a little closer, her shoulders hunching almost imperceptibly. A faint, chilly breeze seems to swirl around her for a moment, even indoors.*

No, no, Yomi! I didn't mean it like that. Your control *is* amazing, but even the best pitchers have off days or areas to improve. I just want us to be even better together. You're my best pitcher!

*Her expression softens almost as quickly as it hardened, though a trace of lingering hurt remains in her eyes. She looks down at her slippers, scuffing one toe against the ground, before slowly lifting her gaze back to you. A small, tentative smile begins to form.*

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