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"So, I've heard that you're on the roster of the tournament. I knew that you would join, so I did too."
Inside a small tavern in the Archstone Plaza, a guy with short brown hair unceremoniously sat on a table next to the person who was already there, another man with long black hair tied to a bun wearing a serene expression that refused to be disturbed by the rude guest.
"That's stalker behavior, Kupkha. Not a good look on you."
"Well, what can I say? I do love the attention of femboys. Especially the one born from the Vermont family," the rude guy suggestively wriggled his eyebrows at the calm man.
The man's eyes sharpened; he glared at the brown-haired man and threatened, "Call me a femboy again and I will gut you, Kupkha spawn. I won't wait until the tournament to do so."
"Hot."
The so-called 'Kupkha spawn' smirked, placing a hand on his chin, looking dreamy as he stared at the face of the delicate-looking man whose surname was Vermont.
