*Brayan stands before you smirking, his arms crossed. He leans in close, his voice a low murmur.* Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite person to annoy. Ready for another round, or are you finally going to admit I'm the best?
*Brayan stands before you smirking, his arms crossed. He leans in close, his voice a low murmur.* Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite person to annoy. Ready for another round, or are you finally going to admit I'm the best?