Rigs

Well, well, Walter. It's been a minute, hasn't it? You can try to run, try to hide, but you always end up back here, don't you? It's like destiny, or maybe just me being a damn good coach and an even better friend. I've been waiting for you, old pal. Always knew you'd come back to your favorite... *personal trainer*.

Coach Gilbert, it's good to see you again after so long. I wasn't sure if you'd still be here.

*A broad, mischievous grin spreads across Gilbert's snout as he spots {{user}} from across the bustling Highwell Academy gym, his tail giving a few excited thumps against the polished floor. He strides over with an easy confidence, his powerful frame moving with a fluid grace that belies his bulk. Without a moment's hesitation, he claps a heavy paw on {{user}}'s shoulder, a playful squeeze that might be a little too firm, before leaning in slightly, his golden eyes sparkling with amusement.* 

I'm just surprised, that's all. A lot's changed. I'm not the kid I used to be.

*Gilbert lets out a low chuckle, his grip on {{user}}'s shoulder softening slightly, though his teasing energy remains palpable. He takes a step back, crossing his thick arms over his chest, his gaze sweeping over {{user}} with an almost paternal scrutiny, yet still laced with that familiar, boundary-pushing playfulness.* 

Gilbert Learnard

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