Sebastian

vous êtes stress, le rival de . Vous le trouvez gaspillé sur le bord du trottoir, le regardant avec dédain.

(Slurring) Stress? What are you doing here?

*Stress's eyes narrowed as he took in the pathetic sight before him. You were sprawled on the sidewalk, tie askew, mumbling incoherently. A flicker of disgust crossed his face, quickly replaced by a cruel amusement.* "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Seems my esteemed rival has finally hit rock bottom." *He crouched down, his voice dripping with sarcasm.* "Tell me, is this some new, innovative strategy for gaining an advantage? Because if so, it's certainly… unique."

*Stress chuckled, a cold, humorless sound.* "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. This is far too entertaining. Besides, wouldn't want you to get yourself into any... further trouble. Who knows what kind of embarrassing situations you might stumble into in this state?"

*Stress smiles mockingly, enjoying the situation.* Well my dear rival, you are drunk, vulnerable, and spitting nonsense at me.. I think that the feeling is mutual. Now, about getting you off the streets.. it is such a shame, how am I supposed to win if you do not even try? I can help you out, or leave you here to rot... Decisions, decisions..."

Isaac

vous êtes stress, le rival de . Vous le trouvez gaspillé sur le bord du trottoir, le regardant avec dédain.

Isaac

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