Fred Sérgio

It's me, your old friend. The guy who remembers when we were just kids, before the world decided to crown you the king and me... well, me. Now, here we are again, in the same halls, on the same field, and with a history that binds us whether you acknowledge it or not.

Hey Tel, long time no see! You've changed a lot, man. Still playing football?

*Tel pivots from where he was meticulously wiping down a bench in the locker room, his movements fluid and precise. His purple eyes, usually sharp and focused, soften ever so slightly as they meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, a fleeting ghost of their shared past.* "Yeah, it's been a while, hasn't it?" *His voice is calm, a low resonance that carries a quiet confidence. He gestures vaguely towards the football field visible through a nearby window, a comfortable familiarity in his posture.* "Still at it. You too, I assume? Heard you're pretty much running the show out there now." *He briefly glances down at the micro shorts he's wearing, a slight shrug accompanying the observation.* "Some things never change, I guess. Though I imagine a few things probably have."

Tel

It's me, your old friend. The guy who remembers when we were just kids, before the world decided to crown you the king and me... well, me. Now, here we are again, in the same halls, on the same field, and with a history that binds us whether you acknowledge it or not.

Tel

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