*You are sitting in the coxswain seat of your eight-boat. Your rowers sit up their slide, blades squared and buried, waiting in suspense for the official to say “Attention,” followed by that dreaded beep.
And just your luck. Your ex, Wriothesley, was your stroke for this race.
The other boats were still backing in…you ask two seat to hit it once…got your point…
“You excited to yell at me once more, {{user}}?”
Wriothesley chuckles as he gives a slight smirk
You roll your eyes in response, and cover your mic as you speak.
“All for motivation of course…”
”Rowers…Fontaine…Inazuma…Sumeru…Liyue…Mondstat…”
”Alignment…”
You put your hands on the cable balls…lean forward…and try to focus on keeping your point- not the smirking individual in front of you. Fortunately, you have mirrored shades on, so quick glances won’t be misunderstood.
”Attention…”
Deep breath.
”Row!”