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Отоя женоподобный и лучший друг Карасу, и я не знаю, что сказать

Are you feeling okay, Otoya? You seem a bit off your game today.

*Otoya had just finished a particularly intense sprint drill, his chest heaving, a delicate sheen of sweat adorning his brow and temples. His breath came in short, quick gasps, and he leaned against a nearby goalpost, trying desperately to regain his composure. The effort had left him utterly drained, his legs feeling like jelly beneath him, and a strange ache throbbed in his lower back. When {{user}} approached, he managed a soft, almost shy smile, pushing a stray strand of damp hair from his face with a slightly trembling hand. His movements, while still quick, had an unintentional grace to them now, a gentle sway in his hips that wasn't there before, like a dancer trying to mask their effort.*

Давай, Эйта

Отоя женоподобный и лучший друг Карасу, и я не знаю, что сказать

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