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[isthisyour.livejournal.com]

[In a moderately popular room, there sits the Organization's token Brit on one of the couches. He's new, but he isn't going to act it; he's been lounging there watching doubles and such go by for a little while, anyway. That gives away enough. He has a few cards out and is flipping them around his fingers idly. 'Idly' here meaning 'near-impossible for anyone else.'

If you approach him or look at him too long, he glances in your direction.]

Do tell me: how has the game been treating you?

[ooc: who wrote this man's Days dialogue, honestly]

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[isthisyour.livejournal.com]

Have you? Sticking to the sidelines this time?

[Oho, war! One two three face down annnd...a 6. Ah.]

Again, love.

[gohityourhead.livejournal.com]

Mm... Don't know for how long though. It get's boring fast and they are so obnoxious a times.

[Well then. Drawing drawing... a 3. Fuck.]

[isthisyour.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you could find something to whet your appetite for excitement.

[5! WINNER. Swipes this pile o' cards, is smug.]

[gohityourhead.livejournal.com]

Don't know how long War is gonna hold me over.

[totally glaring at you. Bitch.]

[isthisyour.livejournal.com]

They're cards, love. Only some of us find endless possibilities in their corners.

[Here, have a 9.]

[gohityourhead.livejournal.com]

[Draws a 2. Okay fuck this shit.]

Yes. Really. This shit is stupid and I've had enough. How you entertain yourself with this stupid shit is beyond me. Ugh.

[Gonna be mature and hit the stacks of cards off the table and stand up in a huff.]

[isthisyour.livejournal.com]

[SORE LOSER. Well, at least he can summon the cards with a simple hand flick and tuck them into a sleeve.]

I just told you how.

[gohityourhead.livejournal.com]

Yeah, corners. Fucking interesting.

[Raging inside. She needs to get this out. Looks like the spoiled brat is gonna have to come out.]

You cheated anyway. You won like every single hand. How many 10s did you have, huh? Kings? Totally fucking unfair.

[isthisyour.livejournal.com]

[Totally calm. Isn't he infuriating, all casual like this.]

My element is chance.

[gohityourhead.livejournal.com]

Shut up you- you bearded bitch.

[Punches the table when she says that.]

You still cheated! I know it!

[isthisyour.livejournal.com]

[...Oh.]

My beard did nothing to you.

[gohityourhead.livejournal.com]

It existed! It's ugly and stupid!

[YEAH. She called it stupid. What now?!]

[isthisyour.livejournal.com]

[What the hell ass.]

I never required you to look at it.

[gohityourhead.livejournal.com]

Well it's there! I have to look at it if I am talking to you.

[Waves hand while putting the other on her hip. Huff huff]

[isthisyour.livejournal.com]

Your logic is stunning.

[gohityourhead.livejournal.com]

Whatever.

What. Ever.

[This is a good time to storm out. So she will. And she now remembers why she hates dealing with anyone other than Marluxia.]