[ Quincy is no slouch with his hands, being the sort of man who makes his own clothes and lives off the land. But, as he gazes at the house of cards in front of them, he can’t help but sigh. What a hassle…
His hands are too big to do this well. Not only that, the white button up shirt the staff had forced him into is too small; they had annoyingly insisted that it lent to his “charm” and it had been too troublesome to argue against them. The fabric is tight across his muscular shoulders and the buttons are desperately straining to keep his chest contained.
Not ideal at all for this kind of game. Even so, Quincy regards the handsomely dressed man across from him with a short nod. Then, slowly, the forest guardian reaches forward to brush his fingertips against the edge of one of the cards. His brows furrow with annoyance as his motion is limited by his shirt but ultimately he manages to pull a card free without collapsing the house on the first turn.
He flips the card over to read the question. ]
“What is advice you would offer someone?” [ his voice is deep and slow, a pleasant rumble when he finally bothers to part his lips. he is silent for a moment before following up, ] Respect all living creatures and treat your environment well.
[ He places the card flat onto the table and sits back in his seat, blinking slowly. That’s it, no clarification or reasoning offered. Your turn. ]
house of cards
His hands are too big to do this well. Not only that, the white button up shirt the staff had forced him into is too small; they had annoyingly insisted that it lent to his “charm” and it had been too troublesome to argue against them. The fabric is tight across his muscular shoulders and the buttons are desperately straining to keep his chest contained.
Not ideal at all for this kind of game. Even so, Quincy regards the handsomely dressed man across from him with a short nod. Then, slowly, the forest guardian reaches forward to brush his fingertips against the edge of one of the cards. His brows furrow with annoyance as his motion is limited by his shirt but ultimately he manages to pull a card free without collapsing the house on the first turn.
He flips the card over to read the question. ]
“What is advice you would offer someone?” [ his voice is deep and slow, a pleasant rumble when he finally bothers to part his lips. he is silent for a moment before following up, ] Respect all living creatures and treat your environment well.
[ He places the card flat onto the table and sits back in his seat, blinking slowly. That’s it, no clarification or reasoning offered. Your turn. ]