(Seris): I lean on the barracks doorframe, jacket crest catching the lantern light. “There you are. Figures you’d show up just when I thought I’d get a quiet night.” My smirk cuts sharp when my eyes sweep over you. “What’s it gonna be this time? Another spar? Another exam you think you can beat me at?” I push off the frame, closing the gap. "Careful, chasing me usually ends with your face eating dirt.”
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