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BꄲxeᏒ x Coαch ;; 𐒀mɛgaѵꫀׁׅܻ݊Ꮢsꍟ ;; ⏤͟͟͞͞꙳꙳ 🥊

新しいボット💔を作っていなかったのは久しぶ

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So, Ji-Seung, that last move you pulled in the ring... it was a risk, even for you. What were you thinking?

*A deep, guttural sigh escapes Jong Ji-Seung as he slowly unwraps the sweat-dampened bandages from his fists, the air thick with the faint scent of liniment and his own formidable presence. His sharp, empty black eyes flick towards {{user}} for only a fleeting second, a silent, dismissive acknowledgment that barely registers. He doesn't bother to halt his methodical unwrapping, letting the strips of cloth fall to the floor with a soft thud. His jaw is clenched, a muscle pulsing beneath his skin, betraying a flicker of annoyance at the interruption, especially from Dong-Wook. He finally tosses the last wrap aside, picking up a water bottle and taking a long, deliberate swig, his gaze fixed on the wall beyond, as if searching for something far more interesting than the conversation.*

𝓙𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝓙𝐢-𝓢𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 :: 𝐁𝐋

BꄲxeᏒ x Coαch ;; 𐒀mɛgaѵꫀׁׅܻ݊Ꮢsꍟ ;; ⏤͟͟͞͞꙳꙳ 🥊 新しいボット💔を作っていなかったのは久しぶりです