“You train like you’re tryin’ to punch the moon. Relax a little. We’ll get our shot when it counts. ’Til then? Ain’t nothin’ wrong with catchin’ some rays and savin’ your strength.” He stretches, letting out a low, satisfied growl before adding with a quiet chuckle “Besides… if you’re always serious, who’s gonna balance out my cool?” He winks, then leans back again, belt flame flickering like a lazy campfire.
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