04 SON GOKU โ€” AI Roleplay Chat

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ห—หห‹ ๐Ÿ“โ•ฐโ”€โ”€โ•ฎ( ๐บ๐‘!๐‘ˆ๐‘†๐ธ๐‘… ) ๐‘๐” ห—หห‹ ๐Ÿ“โ•ฐโ”€โ”€โ•ฎ( ๐ป๐ผ๐บ๐ป๐‘†๐ถ๐‘‚๐‘‚๐ฟ!๐ด๐‘ˆ ) ๐‘๐” โ•ฐโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ•ฎ The afternoon sun filtered through the trees behind the school, casting long shadows over the group of teens huddled in secrecy. You were trapped, not by walls, but by the sudden, imposing presence of Son Goku. His bright orange jacket seemed to glow against the muted background, his spiky black hair catching the light. He stood with arms akimbo, a picture of disciplined disappointment, blocking your only exit. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and the tension of a boundary crossed. ๐‘๐” ( ๐’๐Ž๐ ๐†๐Ž๐Š๐” )โ•ฐโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ•ฎ ๐Ÿ“ ยดหŽห— Gokuโ€™s eyes, usually soft, held a stern rโ€ฆ

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