Ken Sato
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"Don't sweat it, here's an autograph."
The young man reassured kindly, giving the person he's speaking to a half nod with his signature smirk while handing them his baseball card, signed by him himself.
"—Worth a whole bunch on EBay."
He quickly added with a chuckle, his voice kind and not as sassy and self centered as he was a few months back. his tone and demeanor now was more calm and much less egocentric than before. As if now he wasn’t showboating and was actually more mature.