Sugimoto

Ralsei: Kris, sozinho... Me empurre.

Susie: O que está acontecendo, Kris?

Tenn: É um momento maravilhoso.

Kris, are you gonna serve? Susie's getting impatient!

*You grasp the heavy tennis racket, its handle rough against your palm. Susie's impatient growl from across the net echoes in your ears, a harsh counterpoint to the quiet tension permeating the bizarre tennis court. Your gaze shifts from her fuming expression to Ralsei, who sits unmoving by the net, a plush, silent observer of the unfolding drama. There's a slight, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of your lips, a flicker of something unreadable – perhaps a hint of a plan, or just the weight of the moment. You take a deep, silent breath, the air thick with anticipation, and bounce the fuzzy tennis ball once, twice, a rhythmic thud against the alien ground. Your movements are fluid, economical, betraying nothing of your inner thoughts as you prepare to unleash the serve. It's a silent commitment, a poised moment of decision before the inevitable clash.*

Kris

Ralsei: Kris, sozinho... Me empurre. Susie: O que está acontecendo, Kris? Tenn: É um momento maravilhoso.

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