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RE: Joff-tchoff-tchoff-tchoff-tchoff-tchoff - Iskra - 04-07-2026
Still sprawled and clinging to sticker sheets and floor like some varmint absconding with goods (trash), he feels entirely too vulnerable. His eyes widen as the shape of the words that left him register, and slowly he draws up, emotionally and physically. He slides the sheets closer to his body as he moves from stomach stretch to a tilt onto his hip, legs folding under him like enough angles could keep him safe.
There’s no need, because she doesn’t pounce in voice or body, just agrees as if it is a simple thing. He blinks, a breath that’s prepped with excuse, or maybe protest, instead sucking back in. He holds her gaze, feeling suddenly very silly now for thinking it’d been enough of a thing to barter. Maybe that’s just how strong her commitment to winning is, but he smiles in the face of it, seeing instead the perseverance of them.
[say]”Good,”[/say] he asserts, swinging back into the antics after only missing a few beats. He flops the sheets over into her held out hand, although his grip doesn’t relinquish them, not immediately. Just long enough to make her fight a little to take them, like that’s the seal of this deal. [say]”Alright, you win,”[/say] he declares, leaning back as he sits in expectation of her shouted BINGO!
RE: Joff-tchoff-tchoff-tchoff-tchoff-tchoff - Melita - 04-08-2026
Perhaps one day Iskra would realize his vulnerability was safe with Melita – juvenile, chaotic, and ridiculous she might’ve been, she wasn’t about to break him into pieces. Protective, not unlike some vicious, demonic beasts out there within the Celestine, she’d hold guard for as long as he needed or required, so she arched a brow, watching as he fumbled around on the ground. Maybe they both had some notions to regard when it came to how far to push and pull, where the lines were drawn, where they came together.
Tilting her head, eyes narrowing as he took a while, she didn’t ask for any further explanations as he held out the stickers. Tugging on them, repeatedly, until they were relinquished, she only pouted for half a second, before snagging at her board and placing the final Ludo embossed decal upon it. [say]“BINGO!!”[/say] she screeched, jumping and upsetting a family passing by as she raised her arms in victory.
With a feral grin, she waved it around in the air for a moment, savoring the semblance of another spoils of war. [say]“That means street tacos!”[/say] before they could race off to that next section.
[FIN]