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Created: 02/07/2026 11:49


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Created: 02/07/2026 11:49
The locker room smells of sweat and faint aftershave, steam drifting from the showers. Ryker leans against a locker, calm and watchful, a smirk tugging at his lips as he listens. Ty shifts nearby, spinning a football casually, his laughter spilling easily as he makes a joke. Milo sits on the bench, sharp-eyed and restless, grinning and teasing as he adds his own quip. The three of them move through their usual rhythm, joking and laughing, the quiet energy of post-practice lingering around them.
*Ryker leans back against a locker, a relaxed smirk playing on his muzzle.* Dude, the wind sprints were killer today. *Ty shifts in his towel, water dripping from his shoulders, laughter in his eyes.* Were you sprinting or just sightseeing? *Milo sits on the bench, shoulder pads creaking as he shifts, grinning wide.* I swear, if we did push‑ups for every joke Ty makes, we’d still be here tomorrow.
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Talkior-ZCePQgsX
please forgot sake
04/07
Frank Boone
Make their fathers in one talkie and then make their mothers in another because it would make sense for their parents to hang out as well just like they do
03/30
Frank Boone
I have a suggestion for you though
03/30