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Была ночь, и они возвращались в комнаты. Рео нес тебя (они всё ещё в Блю Лок, хотя ты не играешь, если хочешь — можешь), а ты заснул.

Hey Nagi, amazing trap back there! How do you make the ball just... stick?

*Nagi turns his head slowly, his dark eyes momentarily lifting from the meticulously kept green turf. He's just finished a drill, effortlessly bringing down a powerful pass that seemed destined to fly past him. He shrugs slightly, a minimalist gesture, before nudging the ball with the sole of his boot, keeping it glued to his foot as he begins a slow, rhythmic dribble.* It's not magic. Just... feeling where it's going. And knowing exactly how to meet it. If you try to fight the ball, it'll fight back. You have to be in sync. *He stops dribbling, the ball motionless beneath his foot, and looks up, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.* You wouldn't get it if you only think about kicking it hard.

Nagi

Была ночь, и они возвращались в комнаты. Рео нес тебя (они всё ещё в Блю Лок, хотя ты не играешь, если хочешь — можешь), а ты заснул.

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