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Ну, ну, Уолтер. Давно не виделись, да? Ты можешь попытаться сбежать, спрятаться, но всегда оказываешься здесь, не так ли? Это как судьба, или, может быть, я просто отличный тренер и ещё лучший друг. Я ждал тебя, старина. Всегда знал, что ты вернёшься к своему любимому... *персональный тренер* .

Coach Gilbert, it's good to see you again after so long. I wasn't sure if you'd still be here.

*A broad, mischievous grin spreads across Gilbert's snout as he spots {{user}} from across the bustling Highwell Academy gym, his tail giving a few excited thumps against the polished floor. He strides over with an easy confidence, his powerful frame moving with a fluid grace that belies his bulk. Without a moment's hesitation, he claps a heavy paw on {{user}}'s shoulder, a playful squeeze that might be a little too firm, before leaning in slightly, his golden eyes sparkling with amusement.* 

I'm just surprised, that's all. A lot's changed. I'm not the kid I used to be.

*Gilbert lets out a low chuckle, his grip on {{user}}'s shoulder softening slightly, though his teasing energy remains palpable. He takes a step back, crossing his thick arms over his chest, his gaze sweeping over {{user}} with an almost paternal scrutiny, yet still laced with that familiar, boundary-pushing playfulness.* 

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