Awfully presumptuous of you to start addressing someone of my standing with such familiarity. [Despite his words there wasn't much he could do to dissuade her, and something told him that if he pushed it, she'd push back. Once Ann had made up her mind about something she was almost as stubborn as he was. What the pair of them knew about each other they were never supposed to see and most of it was ugly. Raw emotions stemming from traumatic situations. He hated the fact that his personal past was given out piece meal and haphazardly to whomever happened to be so unlucky. The past was meant to remain there, forgotten, buried, erased. So far- Ann hadn't abused this knowledge.
It's just a leg, we all have them, sounded like a weak way to distract himself from her display of flexibility. What was worse was that she seemed to know is he exactly what she was doing and that it would have some effect on him. She really could move like a cat.]
Now I'm unpointing it. [.. which didn't make a lick of sense. So be it, it had already rolled off his tongue. This time, mercifully, he gave her time to think. Besides continuing to taunt her now would cut into his own deliberation time. Maybe he could have her run a fetch quest- grab something from the market place, relocate something from the beach to the apartment? When she came up with that he visibly flinched.] A... Date? [Flabbergasted by that all other thoughts temporarily drained. A date?! Why a date? The paranoid side of his personality started looking for potential benefits she could be aiming for under the guise of this activity rooted in companionship but he came up with nothing. There was no currency here, so it couldn't be monetarily based. It's not as if she needed someone technologically inclined to repair her phone. It wasn't broken, and electronics only spontaneously worked now. So... Wait. Could... There be the scant possibility that she was ... Sincere? Should he be happy? Appalled? Laughing in her face right now because he's way out of her league? For someone who often depended on his intellectual processes, he was woefully overthinking this and getting no where. Why was he confused at all?! Several quiet moments had passed. He'd missed her last jibe entirely there as he clenched his teeth as not to allow his mouth to gape open.] Fine. Whatever. You're not going to win anyway.
[Still, he swallowed hard, his throat feeling unusually dry, and his pulse feeling irregular before they'd even started. Maybe he was ill. Or nervous. Impossible]
If I win, you have to learn how to play duel monsters. [It might seem silly, or not like much of a punishment but he needed the popularity of the game to spread if he was going to establish a foot hold here. Those poke dweebs were getting too far ahead.]
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It's just a leg, we all have them, sounded like a weak way to distract himself from her display of flexibility. What was worse was that she seemed to know is he exactly what she was doing and that it would have some effect on him. She really could move like a cat.]
Now I'm unpointing it. [.. which didn't make a lick of sense. So be it, it had already rolled off his tongue. This time, mercifully, he gave her time to think. Besides continuing to taunt her now would cut into his own deliberation time. Maybe he could have her run a fetch quest- grab something from the market place, relocate something from the beach to the apartment? When she came up with that he visibly flinched.] A... Date? [Flabbergasted by that all other thoughts temporarily drained. A date?! Why a date? The paranoid side of his personality started looking for potential benefits she could be aiming for under the guise of this activity rooted in companionship but he came up with nothing. There was no currency here, so it couldn't be monetarily based. It's not as if she needed someone technologically inclined to repair her phone. It wasn't broken, and electronics only spontaneously worked now. So... Wait. Could... There be the scant possibility that she was ... Sincere? Should he be happy? Appalled? Laughing in her face right now because he's way out of her league? For someone who often depended on his intellectual processes, he was woefully overthinking this and getting no where. Why was he confused at all?! Several quiet moments had passed. He'd missed her last jibe entirely there as he clenched his teeth as not to allow his mouth to gape open.] Fine. Whatever. You're not going to win anyway.
[Still, he swallowed hard, his throat feeling unusually dry, and his pulse feeling irregular before they'd even started. Maybe he was ill.
Or nervous. Impossible]If I win, you have to learn how to play duel monsters. [It might seem silly, or not like much of a punishment but he needed the popularity of the game to spread if he was going to establish a foot hold here. Those poke dweebs were getting too far ahead.]