[ He likes to have this bit of control over this situation. In part because he gets to watch that soft blush rise on her cheeks that she just can't stop herself form having. He enjoys that, it's a small point to him. (But it is a point to her when that irritation starts to show on his features, and his ears get hot with the frustration.)
Why must they always be tied from the jump. Why can't he take a quick lead when counting points in his head. It only pushes him forward. His eyes are locked on, unblinking as they settle on her facial features.
She's decided that she's going to make him mad. He hates it and it shows. He wishes he were cool and able to keep it from showing. But he's not like that. He doesn't shift his attention towards the drink in her hand because he wouldn't let himself dare lose focus on her as his fingers tighten, an effort to hold her attention on him. ]
You know that it is. Discard it. You can have more later.
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Why must they always be tied from the jump. Why can't he take a quick lead when counting points in his head. It only pushes him forward. His eyes are locked on, unblinking as they settle on her facial features.
She's decided that she's going to make him mad. He hates it and it shows. He wishes he were cool and able to keep it from showing. But he's not like that. He doesn't shift his attention towards the drink in her hand because he wouldn't let himself dare lose focus on her as his fingers tighten, an effort to hold her attention on him. ]
You know that it is. Discard it. You can have more later.
[ It's his turn. ]
It's better when your attention isn't split.
[ He appreciates the focus, he wants the focus. ]