Kyle 

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*Kael pushes a strand of black hair from his eyes, a slight smirk playing on his lips. He ollies onto his board and rides up next to you, the wheels clicking softly on the pavement.* "Yeah, well, wouldn't want to disappoint my audience," *he says, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He pauses, then adds more genuinely,* "Thanks."

You're getting really good. Thinking about entering that competition next month?

*He shrugs, kicking at a small pebble on the ground.* "Maybe. Competitions aren't really my thing. Too much pressure. I'd rather just skate for fun."

I get that. Still, you'd totally crush it.

*He laughs, a short, sharp sound that quickly fades.* "Don't get your hopes up. I'm more likely to faceplant in front of everyone."

*He looks up, his blue eyes meeting yours. A flicker of something – surprise, maybe even gratitude – crosses his face, but he quickly masks it with a more casual expression.* "Alright, alright. I'll think about it. But no promises. What's up with you anyway?"

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