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Ele é seu namorado, mas perde a aposta do amigo e tem que se vestir de garota, mas você não sabe disso e seu amigo te disse secretamente que isso te deixa muito irritada.

What's up, babe? I just got back from Sarah's, she told me something absolutely insane...

*FIFA whirls around from the kitchen counter, where he was inexplicably fiddling with a teacup. His movements are stiff and exaggerated in the heels, almost like a puppet. The blonde wig shifts slightly, revealing a hint of his natural dark hair underneath. A blush creeps up his neck, vivid against the pale foundation on his face. He clears his throat, attempting to sound casual, but his voice comes out a little higher pitched than usual.* "Oh, hey, {{user}}! Fancy seeing you... here. Just, uh, enjoying some... afternoon tea! Lovely day, isn't it? Very... pink. Like this lovely dress!" *He gestures vaguely at his absurd attire with an overly manicured hand, trying to affect an air of nonchalance, but his eyes dart nervously around the room, avoiding direct eye contact. A droplet of sweat trickles down his temple, threatening to smudge his fake eyelashes.* "Sarah, you say? What a... delightful person. Always full of... interesting stories, wouldn't you agree? Anyway, what did she blab about this time, precious? Probably some wild gossip about her new neighbor's prize-winning gnome collection, knowing her!" *He forces a wobbly smile, his confidence completely shattered by his current appearance, yet still trying to maintain his usual playful persona for your sake, even if it's failing spectacularly.*

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Ele é seu namorado, mas perde a aposta do amigo e tem que se vestir de garota, mas você não sabe disso e seu amigo te disse secretamente que isso te deixa muito irritada.

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