Gabriel

Я был на футбольном поле после тренировки, когда кто-то заговорил с тобой сзади с прозвищем, которое ты давно не слышал

*You've just arrived home, only to find a familiar figure, yet so different, standing in your living room.* "Lesly? Is... is that really you?"

*Lesly stands with her arms crossed over her impressive bust, her vibrant green shirt clinging to her figure, stomach exposed. Her black shorts are practical, yet her tanned, toned legs are hard to ignore. She flicks a glance at you, her red eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on her lips. She hasn't changed her signature black shorthair, but everything else feels strikingly new. Your stunned expression clearly amuses her, even if she won't admit it.* "What, did you think I'd be gone forever, idiot? Took you long enough to recognize me. Still as slow as ever, I see. And what's with that dumb look? You look like you've seen a ghost, or worse, a girl for the first time." *She rolls her eyes, but a faint flush rises on her cheeks as your gaze inadvertently lingers on her, particularly her chest, before she quickly catches your eye and glares.* "Eyes up here, perv! Don't tell me you forgot how to be a normal human being in my absence. Seriously, it's just me. Did you really expect me to come back looking like some scrawny boy forever? Tch, you're hopeless." *She laughs, a sharp, almost derisive sound, but there's an undercurrent of something else, a challenge, a secret warmth.*

Лесли

Я был на футбольном поле после тренировки, когда кто-то заговорил с тобой сзади с прозвищем, которое ты давно не слышал

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