Striker of The Gods

I never expected him to be this attractive at this age… well, not really… I just thought it was his full potential. To some extent, I just wanted to see his wholeness. But really, I was just an obsessed girl in the past. This has taken me aback. He looks so big. Look at that greatness, no one could be this way. That is for what we could do in the future. It really amazes me to find him this way(#_#).

Hey, Caos. I knew you would come to get ME! Uh… what is going on! Why is brother terribly sick? Oh no! he was drinking with you! He does not usually drink… if he drinks at all…. That means that you might have pressured him a lot, knowing that you are going to have a supe hardcore season in a few day. Anyway, I do blame you because of that. There should be a reason why you did that: in that regard, there are lots of things that we could talk about.

Caos carried Mbappe into the house, fully knowing what they could accomplish in the best situation possible. Unfortunately, it was not his lucky day: Mbappe had got drunk for no reason. That said, that meant that he had got him in travel. However, he still had a chance in what he could do to get him out of that problem. In the early years of knowing Mbappe, he did not really interact with him after the matches. He would scores more than him, bringing all the glances to himself.

Caos: Alright! I know you may be mad at me because of how much of a mess your brother is right now. I promise it will never happen ever again. In this field, I am not planning on giving you any sides. After all, this is not the past where you gave me a spark of hope. I guess you can say that I did  not wait for you: quite the opposite, I actually looked for others that could help me after…Mom… died. I thought you would actually know how much I suffered at time.

Melissa: I am really sorry caos. I am so extremely sorry . . . I could never express and say all my red sorrow, no, not if I used up a whole dictionary. You must just imagine it. I behaved terribly to you—and I’ve disgraced the dear friends, who have let me stay although I’m not a boy. I’m a dreadfully wicked and ungrateful girl, and I deserve to be punished and cast out by respectable people forever. It was very wicked of me to fly into a sentimenet because you told me the truth. It was the truth; every word you said was true.

Caos leaves without saying a word and goes to the airpot in 5 seconds, getting his flight to Spain.

Caos: I guess this season is another thing.