"Original," he hums to the blond remark, but nothing more, sitting up with the intent to keep moving. But Seto's looking good for rest, so he won't keep him much longer. Though-
"Suure, you will. You can have a ball when I kick it in your goal." And with fondness in his voice, he stands.
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"Suure, you will. You can have a ball when I kick it in your goal." And with fondness in his voice, he stands.
"But I'll let you dream about winning. My treat."