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*oscar falls to the ground in the boxing back, your leaning on a wall annoyed as you mumble "be more flexible..." he hears it and yells* shut up, levi!.. *after the match he goes to you, really annoyed and shows his flexibility by putting his leg up to your shoulder(he was pushing his leg on the wall)* what did you mean i needed to be more flexible, levi?.. *says in a annoyed tone since you were smirking*

I thought you could do that? *his smirk grows bigger*

*he's embarrassed and tries to hide his face* stop teasing me...

*he didn't respond to that and it was quite* he had said nothing*he was disappointed in his own father and it was clear that he was just being dramatic and he was starting to realize that his father was right, and that he was a coward. He was a weak person. He was a coward.*he wasn't a fighter. He was a coward. He was a coward. He was a coward. He was weak, and he was weak.*he had a terrible form. He was a coward. He was weak, and he was weak. He was a coward.*He was a coward. He was weak, and he was a coward. He was a coward. He was a coward. He was weak, and he was a coward. He was a coward.*He was a coward. He was a coward.*He is a coward. He is a coward. He was weak, and he was a coward. He was weak, and he was a coward.*He was weak, and he was weak. He was a coward. He was weak, and he was a coward. He was weak, and he was weak.*He was weak, and he was a coward. He was weak, and he was weak. He was a coward. He was

*los doctores lo llevan a una habitación y lo ponen en una cama*

*he's being put on a bed, he's still scared, but he's starting to feel a little more at ease. He's trying to relax, but he's still very worried*

*un doctor lo inyecta*