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[ Claude is standing on the track field, seemingly enjoying the weather, and looking quite like a student in his... purple... uniform.
It's not his colour, but oh well.
He waves when he sees Mandricardo. ]
Good day, sir Mandricardo! My heart rejoices at seeing your stunning form once again.
It's not his colour, but oh well.
He waves when he sees Mandricardo. ]
Good day, sir Mandricardo! My heart rejoices at seeing your stunning form once again.
[ i'm crying thank you mandricardo for being the only person to notice claude has been talking weirdly ]
Am I? [ he smiles ~mysteriously~ ] Let's warm up with a run, and decide once our blood is pumping.
[ He shucks off his jacket, stretching his arms over his head. ]
Am I? [ he smiles ~mysteriously~ ] Let's warm up with a run, and decide once our blood is pumping.
[ He shucks off his jacket, stretching his arms over his head. ]
[mandricardo, a man from a 500+ year old italian epic poem that speaks like a modern delinquent: dude what is up with this]
You really need to stop being weird, this is kind of creepy...
[But yeah! Sure. Run time. He points at a tree like, near a building down the pathway.]
Race you there?
You really need to stop being weird, this is kind of creepy...
[But yeah! Sure. Run time. He points at a tree like, near a building down the pathway.]
Race you there?
[ Whoa, that twink can zoom! Claude bolts after him, but honestly, he doesn't love physical activity. He doesn't slack, but he doesn't quite manage to close the gap either, reaching the goal just after Mandricardo with a gasp. ]
Wow, you truly were honest about your expertise. To think that I was able to test my mettle against such a season warrior.
[ Sweaty... he wipes his brow. ]
How's best two out of three?
Wow, you truly were honest about your expertise. To think that I was able to test my mettle against such a season warrior.
[ Sweaty... he wipes his brow. ]
How's best two out of three?
[ Mandricardo's energy is contagious, and Claude finds himself laughing as he chases after him, a little faster without his dress shoes, but still not quite quick enough.
He doesn't mind losing the race though, nor the next one. Soundly defeated as he collapses on the grass, tugging at the collar of his shirt. ]
Ah... so I am paying for my hubris...
He doesn't mind losing the race though, nor the next one. Soundly defeated as he collapses on the grass, tugging at the collar of his shirt. ]
Ah... so I am paying for my hubris...
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