[ Well, he's just sat down, but looking at the dice, Midnight simply inclines his head and gets back up, striding over to his opponent's side of the table. He ducks his head just within nose-kissing range, and grins, easy and wide. Oh, it would be so easy to tilt his head up just so and catch his lips... Ah, but first. ]
What a game this is, mm? You're quite the competitive sort. Much obliged.
[ Midnight's expecting the lad sizzle like water in a pan, but it's all very calculated. He needs to know that this young man isn't defeated yet, that he's still game even if he isn't having fun, per se. (And there's Midnight's own feelings on the matter, too. He likes winning and having fun, but if it's a choice between the two... Well, he can afford a loss. He really isn't here to win, after all.) ]
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What a game this is, mm? You're quite the competitive sort. Much obliged.
[ Midnight's expecting the lad sizzle like water in a pan, but it's all very calculated. He needs to know that this young man isn't defeated yet, that he's still game even if he isn't having fun, per se. (And there's Midnight's own feelings on the matter, too. He likes winning and having fun, but if it's a choice between the two... Well, he can afford a loss. He really isn't here to win, after all.) ]