Iskra
Far too content at finding the obscene square, he doesn't even think to wrinkle his own distaste in response, although trust it exists. There's certainly a line for parental doting over their children, and much as he misses his parents, he'd never want this either. "I know," he instead says, the gross in this case being how close he is to victory, his board offering a few potential routes to succeed with only one more tile required. Has to be the right tile, but the chance is high. "Nearly done," he beams, looking up just in time to see her prying gaze.
"Ay!" he fires off, jerking his board back close to the vest, accusation narrowing his features. "I don't trust you for a second," he seethes with all the heat of a tease, and he suspects the feeling is mutual. "Knowing you, you're gonna scare away all my potential squares before they even happen." A bold claim, maybe if aimed at someone else, but Mel is ruthless in her pursuit of games and winning. She also has far too many options of fuckery at her disposal to not have an itchy trigger finger.
So with a furtive approach towards their continued trek to the dragon exhibit, Iskra watches for the next new potential. "I say we eat after this, I'm getting hungry enough to break into the moushroom habitat." Which is surely frowned upon for a number of reasons.
"Ay!" he fires off, jerking his board back close to the vest, accusation narrowing his features. "I don't trust you for a second," he seethes with all the heat of a tease, and he suspects the feeling is mutual. "Knowing you, you're gonna scare away all my potential squares before they even happen." A bold claim, maybe if aimed at someone else, but Mel is ruthless in her pursuit of games and winning. She also has far too many options of fuckery at her disposal to not have an itchy trigger finger.
So with a furtive approach towards their continued trek to the dragon exhibit, Iskra watches for the next new potential. "I say we eat after this, I'm getting hungry enough to break into the moushroom habitat." Which is surely frowned upon for a number of reasons.
Woke up drunk at 10 a.m.—we gon' do this shit again
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniel's got a history
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniel's got a history
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
