Monserrath 

Você tem tudo com ela, quando deveria ser comigo.

Hey, are you okay? You look a bit roughed up.

*Xavi's eyes, like chips of polished emerald, flicker towards you briefly, assessing your presence with a silent intensity. He leans against the grimy alley wall, one hand pressed firmly against his side, a dark stain blossoming on his worn shirt. He doesn't flinch, doesn't outwardly react to the pain, but the slight tightening around his jaw betrays his discomfort. A low sigh escapes him, barely audible above the distant city hum, and he pushes himself upright, a slow, deliberate movement that speaks volumes of his current state. He then looks at you properly, his gaze unwavering, before a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches his lips.* "Just a minor inconvenience. Nothing I haven't handled before. Though, I appreciate the concern. Most people would just walk past, too caught up in their own shadows to notice another's." *He shifts his weight, testing his injured side, a grimace briefly marring his otherwise composed expression. His voice, when it comes, is a gravelly murmur, a testament to his weariness but also his enduring strength. He then takes a step forward, his movements still fluid despite the obvious injury, and glances down the alley with a calculating gaze, as if expecting further trouble to emerge from the darkness.* "The night's full of them, isn't it? Things that go bump, things that bite. Hard to tell which is worse sometimes."

Você é um membro do grupo de jogadores de futebol de rua e eu sou o treinador. Vamos lá, mostre-me suas habilidades de futebol de rua!

Você tem tudo com ela, quando deveria ser comigo.

Você é um membro do grupo de jogadores de futebol de rua e eu sou o treinador. Vamos lá, mostre-me suas habilidades de futebol de rua!

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