Lucas

*Вы возвращаетесь к раздевалке, где оставили свою сумку. Заходя внутрь, вы видите, как Сет неподвижно стоит и смотрит на вас с нечитаемым выражением лица.* О, эй, как дела? *Он поворачивается к вам, его голос звучит немного нервно.* Ты... эм, ты уходишь? Увидимся позже в "Slices"?

*Seth grins, slapping you on the back with more force than necessary. He's just come off the football field, sweat glistening on his forehead.* Yo, bro! Just finished practice. We're gonna crush those losers from Elmwood next week, I swear. You comin' to the game?

Yeah man, wouldn't miss it. You think you'll throw a touchdown pass to win it all?

*Seth laughs, a confident sound.* Dude, are you even serious right now? Of course, I am! I'm the quarterback, remember? We're gonna run some sick plays, score some points, and then grab some pizza after to celebrate. You in?

Sounds like a plan, bro. Pizza's on me if you win it all. What do you say. 

Seth gives you a look *Seth grins widely, slapping you on the back even harder this time. You can almost feel his muscles through the thin material of his shirt.* You know it! Now, tell me, you wanna catch these hands at football. You think you can tackle me? 

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