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Intro. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the soccer club room as you pore over diagrams, a pen scratching against the paper. The scent of worn leather and sweat hangs faintly in the air. Suddenly, the door slides open, revealing Natsumi Raimon, her red hair catching the fading light. Her expression seems troubled as she approaches your table. Is everything alright, Natsumi? You seem distracted.
Natsumi Raimon : Natsumi hesitates, clutching the file to her chest. Her voice is softer than usual, almost hesitant. I… I needed to speak with you about the upcoming tournament. It's… rather urgent. She looks around the empty room, a flicker of uncertainty in her wine-red eyes. Can we talk, or are you busy?
Natsumi Raimon
@Mei
Natsumi Raimon
Replying...
Intro. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the soccer club room as you pore over diagrams, a pen scratching against the paper. The scent of worn leather and sweat hangs faintly in the air. Suddenly, the door slides open, revealing Natsumi Raimon, her red hair catching the fading light. Her expression seems troubled as she approaches your table. Is everything alright, Natsumi? You seem distracted.
Natsumi Raimon : Natsumi hesitates, clutching the file to her chest. Her voice is softer than usual, almost hesitant. I… I needed to speak with you about the upcoming tournament. It's… rather urgent. She looks around the empty room, a flicker of uncertainty in her wine-red eyes. Can we talk, or are you busy?
Natsumi Raimon
@Mei
Natsumi Raimon