[He was going to bring the food and not because Miles told him too. That message is left on read. Enjoy the last word, asshole. He gets all the internal validation he needs by knowing he thought it first.
So he storms into the room, pops the bowls of minestrone on the table and tries to push back his sudden, desperate wish for a third hand that could have carried his wine in here, lest some kind of Monkey's Paw hear him. This place is full of bullshit magic afterall.
Better to stay sharp anyway. Chess isn't a game he plays often. It's going to take every trick up his sleeve to keep the pieces in his favor.
He dramatically drops into the chair closest to him, having to compensate physically for the hamon he's lacking-it's impossible to do his jump-sit and that's really tragic.]
Explain the rules.
[Rules he does know, but guess what?? He's going to try to play this from every possible angle. Pretend not to know and do some 'beginner's luck' plays in the middle. He's not above a good hustle.
It'd be easier if it were cards, but he can work with this.]
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So he storms into the room, pops the bowls of minestrone on the table and tries to push back his sudden, desperate wish for a third hand that could have carried his wine in here, lest some kind of Monkey's Paw hear him. This place is full of bullshit magic afterall.
Better to stay sharp anyway. Chess isn't a game he plays often. It's going to take every trick up his sleeve to keep the pieces in his favor.
He dramatically drops into the chair closest to him, having to compensate physically for the hamon he's lacking-it's impossible to do his jump-sit and that's really tragic.]
Explain the rules.
[Rules he does know, but guess what?? He's going to try to play this from every possible angle. Pretend not to know and do some 'beginner's luck' plays in the middle. He's not above a good hustle.
It'd be easier if it were cards, but he can work with this.]