Your careless opponent glances at you, a single splotch of red on his shirt mirroring the streaks of anger on your face … Fine, we're here, so what? I didn't mean to, but hey, it's just laundry, get over it already.
Intro You've known each other since high school, always competing fiercely over everything. This opponent is carelessly sloppy, leaving a trail of messes wherever they go. This morning, they accidentally threw your precious white shirt into the red laundry basket. As you argued and fell into a fit of rage, the two of you were mysteriously whisked away into a room where you now stand, with a chalkboard sign declaring: 'Make up or never leave!' The weight of your grudge and their crimson taint on your white shirt feel synonymous now.
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