[The only problem is, the more he gets excited, the more it hurts. This energy has nowhere to go, he's getting more distracted. The room is already just Dextera and this chess board, and now, each turn he's losing, he's paying attention to his own moves less. He's given up, because if he pressed on with all of his energy, it might hurt too much to reach the end and not be able to move his hand across the board and grab at Dextera's arm, his face, anything.
His gaze gets too sharp, too heavy on Dextera, but he can't bring himself to move it away.
So, his last few turns are just long stares, and then moves that don't matter. It's a little unfortunate, but he wasn't going to be able to make it out of this, anyway. He lost, five turns from the end.]
[ dextera can’t touch guren, because guren can’t touch him, but they’ve already established that things can cross the distance just fine.
so when he moves his last piece to take guren’s king, he overshoots it, just enough to touch guren’s hand with the heel of the piece—and he smiles, not exactly apologetic, but maybe wistful for not being able to touch him properly.
[Hey. Hey. Stop that right now. Except Guren doesn't want him to stop at all. It's so painful, but it makes him laugh even still, since it's lighter than the heavy feelings he was allowing to build up. He takes his King and flicks it right at Dextera.]
Alright, you win, don't rub it in. You're lucky I can't touch you right now.
[How's that for a threat that's heterosexual in every way]
[ dextera laughs, and this time there’s an apology in his tone, but the kind that suggests he’s not really sorry. he wants to touch guren more than ever now that he knows he can’t, but just having him here is good too. ]
Safe.
[ when they get touch back—when, not if, surely when—then dextera will greet him with another one of those hugs he’s become so fond of, the same kind that they’ve shared a few times now since being separated. ]
[ One of those hugs sounds pretty damn nice right now, though Guren won’t admit it. He stares down at the board, instead, with his captured pieces missing, and tries to work out where he lost. Ugh, everything makes him want touch more. ]
[ dextera starts to reach out for his hand, which is perhaps not even something he would have done if they could touch, but he redirects himself at the last moment to point to one of his own captured pieces, on guren's side. it had probably seemed like such a victory at the time, but...! ]
[ It had seemed simple, believable, and Dextera’s face hadn’t shown him much different. He needs to catch things like this better, trust nothing. Now, his hands squeezing together, his eyes on Dextera, he hums. ]
[ a part of him was worried that guren would be mad that dextera tricked him! luckily, however, he just seems fired up—and motivation is something that dextera can gladly work with. after a pause, and a small sigh of relief, he nods.
this is much better than worrying about not being able to touch each other, their minds occupied by chess instead. and, with a time limit, they can play dozens of games with their afternoon, if they want to. dextera is a whole lot less busy than guren, and such a day sounds beyond perfect to him.
[It is a pretty perfect day. They're playing, Guren is learning and applying what he learns, and he's going to beat Dextera or so help him...
But what's important is that he doesn't have all that much to do. There are quests, but after fighting so many spider ladies last month, he's a little tired on spamming those. Maybe he can take a break. After all, even with new arrivals, he's given out more productive tasks to a couple of Real Adults, and he feels like he can be a little lazy and leave his defense force work to things he's doing on the down low.
This is much nicer. The bracelet even feels natural on his wrist now, even if he keeps remembering it. In the breaks between his turns, his other hand sometimes moves closer to touch it.]
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His gaze gets too sharp, too heavy on Dextera, but he can't bring himself to move it away.
So, his last few turns are just long stares, and then moves that don't matter. It's a little unfortunate, but he wasn't going to be able to make it out of this, anyway. He lost, five turns from the end.]
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so when he moves his last piece to take guren’s king, he overshoots it, just enough to touch guren’s hand with the heel of the piece—and he smiles, not exactly apologetic, but maybe wistful for not being able to touch him properly.
of course, that’s checkmate. ]
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Alright, you win, don't rub it in. You're lucky I can't touch you right now.
[How's that for a threat that's heterosexual in every way]
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Safe.
[ when they get touch back—when, not if, surely when—then dextera will greet him with another one of those hugs he’s become so fond of, the same kind that they’ve shared a few times now since being separated. ]
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Show me, mister five turns.
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Bait.
[ as it turns out, dextera is devious. ]
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[ It had seemed simple, believable, and Dextera’s face hadn’t shown him much different. He needs to catch things like this better, trust nothing. Now, his hands squeezing together, his eyes on Dextera, he hums. ]
Let’s go again.
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this is much better than worrying about not being able to touch each other, their minds occupied by chess instead. and, with a time limit, they can play dozens of games with their afternoon, if they want to. dextera is a whole lot less busy than guren, and such a day sounds beyond perfect to him.
YOUR ASS IS GRASS, GUREN ]
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But what's important is that he doesn't have all that much to do. There are quests, but after fighting so many spider ladies last month, he's a little tired on spamming those. Maybe he can take a break. After all, even with new arrivals, he's given out more productive tasks to a couple of Real Adults, and he feels like he can be a little lazy and leave his defense force work to things he's doing on the down low.
This is much nicer. The bracelet even feels natural on his wrist now, even if he keeps remembering it. In the breaks between his turns, his other hand sometimes moves closer to touch it.]