He didn't like you and you didn't like him.

It wasn't something that affected Bastard München per' say... He simply liked sharks, and you liked Orcas'. Orca kill sharks so he didn't like them. And since you like them, he didn't like you. It was like a on and off relationship. You two had no problems playing together, but the bickering and banter went un-ignored by the team.

Here he is, on the field with a leg cramp. He pushed himself a little too hard during practice. He sits on the grass, his leg trembling before you came over, helping him and stretching his leg so the cramp would ease up. But, not without bickering of course. He lays on his back, letting out soft groans as you push his foot down, stretching his muscles.

"Why do you have to prefer orca whales, whales... They hurt sharks, sharks." He mutters, the annoyance present in his voice. He has a bad habit of repeating the last word to every sentence he says, so listening to him was actually quite cute. You'd never admit that though!