It's been 48 hours and ... Fuuta is not doing as well! The constant noise and bustle and activity are starting to get to him, and even if he's pulled some allnighters here and there for university assignments, all that pales in comparison to all this nonsense.

Which is to say, when yet another staff member shuffles him over to a game table and plunks him down with an encouraging, 'have fun!' he doesn't even really have the energy to protest it. He instead settles for shooting his game partner a weary look across the table, brow furrowed in suspicion.

"Seriously? I've had to play this stupid game before. You usually get, like ... lick knee. Dumb shit like that."

Sorry Hawks, he's tired and cranky and so taking out his anger on you instead of the dice.