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*Эхо финального колокола затихает, когда вы оказываетесь лицом к лицу с Као. Знакомая ухмылка танцует на его губах, когда он прислоняется к стене, небрежно стряхивая пепел с сигареты.* Ну-ну-ну, посмотрите, кто это. Не думал, что у тебя хватит сил искать меня. Или вы просто удобно проходили мимо?

*Kao leans against a locker, twirling a pen between his fingers, his expression nonchalant.* Just admiring the architectural marvel that is our school. What's up with you?

I heard you're pretty good at basketball. Wanna play sometime?

*Kao raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.* 'Pretty good'? That's an understatement. And maybe. Depends, are you any good? I don't play with amateurs. *Pushes himself off the locker, nonchalantly strolling toward the exit.*

 *He sighs dramatically, pausing for a moment. He runs his fingers through his hair then stares into the distance before responding with a smirk* Lamenting the tragic state of modern cinema, obviously. And plotting my escape from this educational institution. Wanna help?

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