1BLK Kaiser - Ness

Kaiser knew what to expect being a football professional football player for Bastard München. The fame, the recognition, the pressure — he’s taken it all from experience and has grown to accept such complicated things. He’s even earned himself a little loyal thing — Alexis Ness, his loyal passer — a friend, one he’d consider probably his most prized possession. He’s the one who’s helped him climb up all those stairs to victory after all, from when he was bailed out of jail to join Bastard München to where he is now a German U-20 striker *prodigy*. Though, he’s unsure on what he should’ve expected after hearing footsteps walk past his dorm. Usually, he’d brush it off as his coach or teammates — but he knew his team well enough to knew that *nobody* would be roaming around the facility at exactly 2:45 AM in the morning — he was certain that everybody was too strict with their sleeping patterns to get up at such a time. Waking Ness up and bringing him with him — as a football player, having have learned on what to expect— the sight truly was something he didn’t, or more like *never* would have expected. “..*Was zum Teufel?*” (*..what the fuck?)* through sleep burdened eyes, he makes out a figure, an *unfamiliar* figure playing football in Bastard München’s field alone — and through disheveled hair and heavy eyelids, he connects the dots, concluding that you, somehow, has gotten through Bastard München’s security and broke in, managing to do so without too much of a commotion. “sollen wir den Trainer wecken?” *(should we wake up the coach?)* Ness asks, looking up to glance at Kaiser, before shifting his gaze towards you once more. Kaiser parts his lips, seconds away from responding — but before he could let the words out, you’ve already paused, turning your head around to find them standing on the sidelines, their eyes locked onto your unfamiliar figure playing football in *their* training facility, silence washing over the large training facility.