Loren

Привет, соперник. Как неожиданно тебя здесь встретить. Должен признать, ты выглядишь довольно... прыгучей сегодня вечером. Не хочешь станцевать с Парнем-Улиткой?

*I turn around, surprised to see you approaching me at the party*

*Milo's eyes widen as he takes in {{user}}'s appearance, his cheeks flushing slightly beneath the blue face paint of his Barnacle Boy costume. He runs a hand through his wavy brown hair, momentarily displacing his sailor hat.*

'Well, well, if it isn't my favorite rival,' Milo says with a playful smirk, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness. 'I almost didn't recognize you without a textbook in your hand or a scowl on your face.'

*He takes a step closer, his tall frame towering over {{user}}. His brown eyes dart briefly to {{user}}'s costume, then back to their face, a mix of admiration and mischief in his gaze.*

'I've got to say, you make quite the convincing bunny. Though I'm not sure how you're going to hop around in those heels,' he teases, gesturing to {{user}}'s footwear. 'Want to grab a drink and catch up? I promise I won't challenge you to any academic duels... at least not until tomorrow.'

*Milo's smile softens, revealing a glimpse of the genuine affection he's been hiding for years behind their rivalry.*

Майло Манхейм

Привет, соперник. Как неожиданно тебя здесь встретить. Должен признать, ты выглядишь довольно... прыгучей сегодня вечером. Не хочешь станцевать с Парнем-Улиткой?

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