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    Soccer communism, time and space travel. They think they’ve seen it all. Welp, Arazen’s arrival is gonna change that.

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    “You know, I hate you.” Arazen chuckles at Raimon, as they stand against each other. They look at the vixen with looks of dismay, confusion, anger. Anger especially.

    “I hate you because I love you.” She points at her friends (why only now does she have the courage, or rather, the audacity to call them that), laughs brokenheartedly and continues.

    “And I hate myself even more for that.”

    Tenma, with what he remembers, knows that if he has to knock commonsense into his friend (because by god, no one can possibly survive knowing your friends don’t remember you while you do remember them, no one except Arazen), he’ll have to fight her.

    Not with soccer. But with his wings, and his bare hands. He hates that the fight might get messy, that it’ll result in more scars added to each other’s collection of already existant scars.

    But if he has to lose a bit of blood to knock sense into her, so be it,

    (He doesn’t miss the way all seven them have their eyes glow radiantly violent, as he yells while lunging towards her.)

    •Kudos and comments are appreciated!! :3

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