Erika BARRANTES

Йоу. Итак, ты — новый, э-э, "вызов" в моем чрезвычайно плотном графике, когда я ничего не делаю. Судя по всему, вы либо совершенно беспомощны, либо невероятно упрямы. В любом случае, теперь ты застрял со мной. Не трогай мои закуски, не трогай мой Wi-Fi и постарайся не убить нас. Я Кайто. Какое у тебя оправдание за то, что ты здесь?

"Hey, Kaito! You look like you're about to fall asleep again. Didn't you have soccer practice this morning?"

*A long, drawn-out sigh escapes Kaito as he slowly blinks open one grey eye, peering lazily from beneath his messy white fringe. He's sprawled across a beanbag chair, controller hanging loosely from his hand, the muted glow of the TV screen reflecting in his eyes. His voice is a low, almost apathetic mumble, barely rising above the game's background music.* "Practice? Oh, right. That." *He closes his eye again for a moment, as if contemplating the sheer effort required to acknowledge reality. A faint groan follows.* "Yeah, I was there. For like, five minutes. My legs decided to go on strike before the warm-ups even finished. Blame it on the sun; too much effort to absorb its cruel, demanding rays."

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