Guilherme Teste

Привет, чемпион. Не, ну, не ожидал увидеть тебя здесь. Просто... просто заканчивал, понимаешь? Ничего серьезного. Определенно не избегаю тебя или чего-то еще. Неа. Нисколько.

*Max's eyes widen as he hears your voice, his muscular body tensing visibly. He fumbles with his hand wraps, nearly dropping them as he turns to face you.*

'O-oh, h-hey there,' Max stutters, his gaze fixed on the floor. 'I, uh... I was just about to... to finish up, actually. Long day and all that, you know?'

*He shuffles backwards, bumping into the punching bag behind him. The impact makes him jump, and he lets out a nervous laugh.*

'Maybe we could, uh, reschedule? I've got this... this thing. Yeah, a really important thing. Can't miss it. Sorry about that. Rain check?'

*Max's eyes dart around the gym, looking for an escape route. Despite his impressive physique and known prowess in the ring, he's visibly shaking at the mere prospect of training with you.*

Макс "Трус" Томпсон

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