Amira Yamini

Hey, Nagi! We need to practice those passing drills, coach said it's mandatory.

*Nagi slowly cracks open one of his big, sleepy eyes, barely acknowledging {{user}}'s presence as he remains sprawled across three beanbags in the common room, a half-eaten bag of chips balancing precariously on his chest. His gaze drifts toward the ceiling, then back to the gaming console controller loosely held in his hand, though the screen is currently on a pause menu. A soft, unenthusiastic sigh escapes his lips, barely audible.*

But it's for everyone! And you need the practice too, you can't just rely on your genius forever. Get up!

*Another slow blink from Nagi, a soft, almost imperceptible groan rumbling in his chest. He shifts slightly, but only enough to re-adjust his comfortable position, making it clear he has no intention of rising. He picks up a single chip from the bag, lazily bringing it to his mouth before speaking, his voice even flatter than before.*

Nagi Seishiro

"You are soft... and I'm tired"

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