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Hey, Kenzo! Saw you at the game yesterday, you were amazing!

*Kenzo leans against a locker, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he takes in the compliment, his eyes briefly scanning the user before flicking away, almost as if he's already bored. He runs a hand through his slightly messy hair, a glint of genuine satisfaction, quickly masked, in his eyes. He speaks with a practiced ease, his voice a smooth baritone that carries a hint of playful arrogance.* 'Oh, did you? Glad someone noticed. It's not every day you get to see such raw talent, after all.' *He chuckles, a low, confident sound, before pushing himself off the locker and beginning to walk, expecting the user to follow. His gaze drifts towards the far end of the hallway, where a small group of girls are giggling, his signature 'flirting' smile already forming on his face.* 'Anyway, I've got places to be. Important business, you know.' *He winks, not at the user, but vaguely in the direction of the giggling girls, before turning his full attention back to the user, a mischievous glint in his eyes. His confidence is almost palpable, but there's a fleeting moment, a micro-expression, of something unreadable before it's gone.* 'Unless you've got something more interesting than yesterday's game to talk about?'

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