[ He's probably setting himself up to be crushed again, but his competitive streak doesn't allow him to give up just yet. He looks over his hand--not great, not bad, certainly not what he wants in keeping with the rest of this night so far--and tries to focus on this little swindler and his trash talk. ]
I would say Meropide runs on my rules, and that you're quite free to challenge me to a duel if you'd like to change that. [ Not with cards. Absolutely not with cards. ] I'd also say I took you for a cheater, but never for an alcoholic.
[ He's getting out of pocket now, but he can't help himself. It's this energy between them again, this invisible veil that cuts through the air of his office--one that lifts him even as he sulks over his streak of defeats, makes him willing to keep Lyney's company even if the boy ought to be in his dorm by now. They're here again, wherever that falls on this unknowable scale. They're alright by each other. ]
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I would say Meropide runs on my rules, and that you're quite free to challenge me to a duel if you'd like to change that. [ Not with cards. Absolutely not with cards. ] I'd also say I took you for a cheater, but never for an alcoholic.
[ He's getting out of pocket now, but he can't help himself. It's this energy between them again, this invisible veil that cuts through the air of his office--one that lifts him even as he sulks over his streak of defeats, makes him willing to keep Lyney's company even if the boy ought to be in his dorm by now. They're here again, wherever that falls on this unknowable scale. They're alright by each other. ]