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**une tradition militaire symbolique où le toucher d'un membre de la famille libère officiellement un soldat de la formation, du marquage de la remise des diplômes ou de la transition de la formation.**

*Vous étiez là parce qu'un de ses amis vous a forcé à y aller, vous êtes tous les deux ennemis.*

*vous le voyez. Vous savez que jusqu'à ce que vous ne le touchez pas, il ne bougera pas ou ne parlera pas. Alors vous allez vers lui et souriez malicieusement*

Well, well, look who finally made it. Didn't think you had it in you, pretty boy.

*Rhys stands rigidly at attention, his gaze fixed forward. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he hears your voice. He remains motionless, as per the tradition, but you can practically feel the waves of annoyance rolling off him.*

*You saunter closer, your steps echoing on the parade ground. He can smell your cheap perfume – the one he always teases you about. You stop right in front of him, close enough that he can see the smirk playing on your lips.*

Five bucks says you trip on your way off the field. *His voice is a low growl, barely audible but laced with venom.*

*His eyes flicker to you for just a split second - a breach of protocol. In a move that is as swift as lightning, Rhys suddenly steps towards you, getting extremely close, so close that you feel his breath on your ear.* Graduation huh? I'll be waiting for you, don't think I forgot any time that you tried to surpass me here. *He doesn't let you answer, returning to his initial position in complete silence.*

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