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[hr][right][sub]𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. [COLOR=#5d8aa8]ʙᴇᴅ ⟼ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ[/COLOR]
𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝 [COLOR=#5d8aa8]ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ꜱʜɪᴛ...[/color]
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𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. [color=722F37]The Saint[/color] [@boreas] [color=#ed1c24]The Valedictorian[/color] & [color=#6ecff6]The Kyle[/color] [@Legion02] [/sub][/right][hr]
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	Before the sun rises Alessio likes to be dead asleep. Snuggled nice and tight under his sheets, warmed through the cool night. Pillows smothering him. Ideally, with a beautiful woman there beside him. Limbs tangled in one another. And then when they [i]do[/i] finally find it within themselves to wake from their slumber, perhaps a round or two before they go about their day.

Instead, Alessio found himself being shaken from his dreams of his ideal woman by the sound of Johnny banging on his door calling out for him to get up and get ready for training. Checking the time the Basile rolled his eyes with a groan; [color=#5d8aa8][sub]５:３０[/sub][/color]. Of course he would come to rouse him. It's not like they didn't do enough during the game over the weekend. No, that wouldn't make sense in Brooks' mind. Another eye roll. It wasn't that he disliked the dude. Quite the opposite actually. They were good friends and even better teammates. It's just that... well, there were a lot of things that went right over the guy's head. And sleeping in after a hard won victory — and a bender — was one of them.

[color=#5d8aa8]"Yeah, yeah. I hear ya! I'll be out in 10,"[/color] shouting from his still prone position, Sio somehow found it in himself to push up from the plush mattress and tumble gracefully from the sheets. Dragging his feet as he shuffled around for his workout gear and bag. When all was said and done he left to meet up with his personal alarm clock.

[i][b]“𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜, 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!”[/b][/i] Coach's dismissal wasn't unlike the others they had all heard before. All Sio wanted to do was get cleaned and get outta there as fast as he could. If he was quick enough about it he might even be able to get a short nap in before he was expected back at practice later. He took notice, however, of his best man, his partner, his lifeline — his hubby; dragging his feet. Something clearly on his mind. It bothered the New Yorker to no end that his best friend was struggling with something and not mentioning it to him. Before he could get a moment to get across the crammed locker room to he saw Zach dip outta there, his face buried in his phone. 

It was then he heard the snickers and murmurs bouncing off the tiled surfaces amidst the plodding feet, the rustle of clothes and towels, of water spraying from the shower heads. Sio could [i]feel[/i] the damp hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Goosebumps rising along his arms and chill down his spine. It wasn't a fear response, so what — [b][i]"𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎!" "𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚢..." "𝙰𝚗 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐?" "...𝙼𝚜. 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎..."[/i][/b] The comments weren't lost on him and instead of just brushing them off he found himself rummaging around for his own phone.

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If Alessio Basile took anything away from this... stunt, it was that this was free publicity. Aside from his note worthy plays on the field and his prowess in the bedroom, it was only fair that the rest of the school know his name and all that comes with it. Inside, he was concerned. Concerned at the angle of the picture of him that Ms. Fortune chose to use. Who could have taken it? When did they take it? How did they get it? Too many questions and not enough answers. But what really struck him as worrisome was that not but a few photos above his own laid his twin's. An attack on the family? The business? Or them personally? [color=#5d8aa8][sub][i]What in the fucking shit...[/i][/sub][/color]

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