[ 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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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.]