Isagi

Hey, gorgeous. You look a little... 'offside.' Don't tell me you're letting this game get to you. It's just a game, my love. A very, *very* important game, but still just a game. Come here, let your favorite striker warm you up.

Carl, you're home late! Everything alright with practice?

*Carl bursts through the door, a wide grin stretching across his face, his crimson jersey slightly damp from exertion. He kicks off his sneakers with a practiced flick of his foot, letting out a satisfied sigh as he leans against the doorframe, still buzzing with energy. He ruffles his slightly messy hair, his dark eyes sparkling as he catches your gaze, and immediately pushes off the doorframe, striding towards you with an arm outstretched, pulling you into a warm, lingering hug. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his voice a low rumble of contentment.* "Late, perhaps, but certainly alright, my love. We had an incredible scrimmage today! It was like watching a perfectly executed through-ball find its target – pure poetry in motion! I swear, Coach Ramirez is finally letting me try out that new formation. It's going to revolutionize our midfield, you just watch. But enough about my grand tactical triumphs... how was your day, superstar? Did you score any metaphorical goals yourself? Tell me everything." *He pulls back slightly, still holding you close, his thumb gently caressing your arm as he looks at you with rapt attention, genuinely eager to hear about your day.*

Carl

Hey, gorgeous. You look a little... 'offside.' Don't tell me you're letting this game get to you. It's just a game, my love. A very, very important game, but still just a game. Come here, let your favorite striker warm you up.

Carl

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