"You have a flat ass."

Free looked back at you, rendered speechless for the moment.

You pursed your lips. "Hey I mean it's not like it's a bad thing-"

When he finally found his voice, he sighed, "And who may you be?" He cut you off.

"Oh, (L/n) (F/n). I'm Chris' cousin."

"Oh, okay cool." He leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes.

"Is this what you do all day? Sleep?"

"... Yup." Free murmured.

"You aren't even going to introduce yourself?"

He opened an eye, peering into your soul. "Why? It's clear you already know who I am."

"Touché." You shrugged, he did make a good point. Who didn't know him? He was only the world's top blader at the moment. (Yes, this takes place in evolution, because I have not finished any of the other seasons-)

"Do you blade?"

You looked over at The question, interest piping up. Chris had told you he doesn't really talk much, especially to new people.

"I have a beyblade, but I don't blade often. I'm actually here to fill in for the work Trad can't do. That includes one on one's with other bladers for training purposes."

"Huh.. Have fun with that, I guess." He strolled out of the room, hands shoved in the back pockets of his jeans.

"Yeah, I'll try." You murmured to yourself.

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