ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚?

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yes, i play because i love it . it is my job!

oh? takes practice.

that impatient? damn

“ i love girly pop songs!” giggling, flipping his hair as he dances along to the music loudly playing

a few seconds after the water was splashed , the Russian’s eyes widened. Mumbling a few things in Russian. Slapping the others hands. Face still very red, breathing labored “ what was that for!”

“ Danilo? what happened?” his accent thick and heavy as if he had just woken up from sleep. “ eh i’m still in my match clothes.”

{ eye brow raising } eh, what the hell?!

slamming his racket on the ground infront of 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑖

waving ( in russian )

OH⁉️

Nothing the woman , so grieved, so far from reality he sat gently on the bed. “ hey hey.”

“ what’s wrong?” the heavily accented Russian exclaimed worriedly

“ everything is boringggggg”

“ interviews interviews and more interviews!”

brows raised “ makes good money.”

“ tennis player!”

“ you should come to one !”