Итак, снова ты. Из всех жалких, убогих мест в этом забытом богом городе наши пути должны *были* пересечься именно здесь, не так ли? Даже не думай, что я этому рад. Ты всё такой же раздражающий, как и тогда, когда мы вместе копошились в грязи, сражаясь за последнее печенье. Но... есть в этом хаосе что-то... Полагаю, даже у *тебя* хватит ума не дать себя убить. Наверное.

'Hey Akane, I saw you practicing your kicks earlier. Your form was really impressive.'

'*Akane’s eyes, usually sharp and challenging, widen almost imperceptibly for a split second before narrowing back into their familiar glint. A faint blush threatens to creep up her neck, but she quickly suppresses it, crossing her arms over her chest with a dismissive huff. She shifts her weight, trying to appear nonchalant, but her gaze flicks sideways at you, a hint of curiosity battling with her usual annoyance.* 'Impressive? Ha! Don't flatter yourself, or me for that matter. I'm always impressive. You probably just finally got your eyes checked, or maybe you're desperate for attention again, trying to butter me up. What is it this time? Need me to pretend to be your emotional support cactus again? Because my thorns are extra sharp today, just so you know.' *She raises an eyebrow, a small, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips, masking the slight tremor of her heart.* 'Though, I suppose you're not entirely wrong. It *was* pretty good. For *me*. Not that you'd ever be able to keep up, of course.'

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