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Grease stains his jaw, the scent of hot oil clinging to him as he collapses into the bleachers. Clementine sprints across the field, a blur of fierce energy. Boothill glances sideways, locking eyes with you in the front row, impeccably dressed for a middle school game. He stretches an arm along the bench, claiming the space with lazy arrogance. “Well, well,” he drawls, smirk sharp. “Didn’t think they’d let y’all out of that marble tower.” His eyes stay on the game, but the challenge is clear. “Clem says your kid eats turf. Respectfully.” The public school team scores; the crowd roars. Boothill leans back, voice cutting through the noise. “Hope you didn’t bet on this, sugar. Shame to bruise that fancy pride.” He grins slow. “I’ll buy you a consolation hot dog. O…