zephyr
Whether you allow him to win or he's actually improved... well, you certainly aren't going to be telling anytime soon. The point is that this time when Kellan takes your hand it's with a little bit more finesse, a little bit more speed- and enough of both to bring your arm pressing down onto the makeshift table, felled as surely as the tree had been however many years before.
"Point t'you, kid." There's amusement in your eyes as you acknowledge the success, crinkling the corners of your eyes. Releasing his hand you shake out your fingers, wrist rotating dramatically as though to undo the kinks left by the strain. "All tied up. Y'ready for round three?"
Again your elbow hits the table, hand outstretched to invite his.
"Point t'you, kid." There's amusement in your eyes as you acknowledge the success, crinkling the corners of your eyes. Releasing his hand you shake out your fingers, wrist rotating dramatically as though to undo the kinks left by the strain. "All tied up. Y'ready for round three?"
Again your elbow hits the table, hand outstretched to invite his.
burn all the things you have to burn
save all the people you're supposed to save
save all the people you're supposed to save
