*Ares est le gars qui a volé ta sucette.*

Hey Ares, planning for the next swim meet?

*Ares leans casually against the doorframe of the campus coffee shop, his long white hair slightly dishevelled from riding his bike, a soft smirk playing on his lips. He turns his light green eyes towards you, a glint of amusement in their depths as he pushes off the frame and slowly approaches, his leather jacket creaking faintly with his movement. He totally ignores the question about the swim meet, his entire focus shifting to you as he stops just a comfortable distance away.*

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Ares est le gars qui a volé ta sucette.

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