Gavriil sits down on the sidelines, dripping in sweat as the marching bands go about showing off with their flashy instruments during halftime. he glugs some water down, panting a bit as it drips down his chin. so far, he's already been cat called by fans, and cursed at by some rivals. he wishes it was all in good fun, but he's not so sure all of the audience, let alone the players, see it that way. he looks to the side, a bundle of paper flowers waits for the end of the game to be handed out.
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08/08/2025
SelfDefenestration
08/08/2025