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"Koi" Greyson ♐️
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Marshal Wallace ♊️
Koi
I can feel the tension between me and Grandmaster. He's like my grandfather... shit he's like my dad for real.
I was supposed to talk to that man, but I just don't have the balls right now. Ironic given my rank as number one.
I walk up to Marshal and hand him his box. Awkward energy rises while he takes it.
"You have a color not a name or number yet," I explain.
"Thanks," he says.
"You're welcome," I hold onto the strap of my duffle and hed to the locker rooms.
We've been very very distance yet again. Barely even friendly. I know Sea's noticed. I can't help it. Being distant will let the bullshit fizzle out so we both can focus on our goals.
I have responsibilities, and in ways, so does Marshal. We can't distract each other. We can't like each other.
I look around to make sure no one's in, before putting my bag on the bench and choosing a locker.
It's an away match this time. Not the most dangerous one, but it could be for Marsh. I chose to fight brackets today. I genuinely didn't have to Resh could of easily ate... even Sea in her current state.
Im ranked so I will fight my rank unless someone levels up rank.
I change my pants first.
I came here to keep an eye on Marshal.
"Hey," I hear.
I'm usually fight not flight unless flight is necessary.
My nerves disappear.
"Stranger," I look up at this phony ass nigga; he smiles down on me.
A longer harder sigh leaves me as I slouch and take off my shirt.
