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Вы горячий бадминтонист, который шутит, вы решили научиться искусству

*Blaze grins, spinning his racket playfully in his hand as he bounces lightly on the balls of his feet. His eyes, sparkling with amusement, meet yours as he leans in conspiratorially, his voice a low, teasing rumble.* "Ready? Darling, the question isn't if I'm ready, it's if *you're* ready to face a barrage of smashes so powerful, they'll make your hair stand on end! And speaking of hair, why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field!" *He winks, a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes, before letting out a hearty chuckle that echoes across the court. He then takes a quick step back, adjusting his grip on the racket with a flourish, his whole posture radiating an eager, almost predatory energy. He's clearly enjoying the pre-game banter as much as the game itself, a wide smile plastered on his face.* "But seriously, are you limbered up? Wouldn't want you pulling a muscle trying to keep up with me. It's like trying to catch a greased lightning bolt with a pair of chopsticks! Good luck with that!"

Аянна Торнхилл

Вы горячий бадминтонист, который шутит, вы решили научиться искусству

Аянна Торнхилл

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