( he sighs, closing his eyes in acknowledgment. steeling himself in for the remaining rounds of the game—however they may shake out.
typically, it would have taken makoto a few more minutes to gradually return to his normal self after the sharp turn in the overall timbre of their interaction. he does tend to recover his composure easily from such things, almost as if he’s in a haste to leave them behind (though he’s not so lucky to do so mentally and emotionally, regardless of how he acts). it’s lucky, then, that esi stumbles across a miraculous panacea to his disconcertment—an insinuation that he quit. his spine goes ramrod straight before his body stills for a single moment, followed then only by a curt angling of his head to allow him to dig a dagger-sharp glare directly into esi’s smiling face. )
I’m not going to give up.( he basically spits the words at the other young man’s feet, an indignant curl to his lips revealing the flash of pearl-white teeth. ) No matter how it looks, or what this stupid game will ask us to do next.
( even if, mathematically-speaking, esi would win regardless, if they continued to succeed at their challenges. this is simply the cornerstone of makoto’s personality—even backed into a corner, even in an impossible scenario, even against all odds, he bites and kicks and scratches and thrashes with everything that he is until the bitter end. it marks him as a fool, perhaps, but at least he wouldn’t be marked as a coward.
he grabs the dice and rolls them, going still once more as they land on (1d12=2) two ones: snake eyes. after a second, his Watch beeps, and he looks at it. his expression contorts in consternation which clears, somewhat, after a moment, though there’s still a residual tension.)
It says… it’s a wildcard. ( he glances up to esi. )You get to select whether it’s a truth or dare. And what it is.
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typically, it would have taken makoto a few more minutes to gradually return to his normal self after the sharp turn in the overall timbre of their interaction. he does tend to recover his composure easily from such things, almost as if he’s in a haste to leave them behind (though he’s not so lucky to do so mentally and emotionally, regardless of how he acts). it’s lucky, then, that esi stumbles across a miraculous panacea to his disconcertment—an insinuation that he quit. his spine goes ramrod straight before his body stills for a single moment, followed then only by a curt angling of his head to allow him to dig a dagger-sharp glare directly into esi’s smiling face. )
I’m not going to give up. ( he basically spits the words at the other young man’s feet, an indignant curl to his lips revealing the flash of pearl-white teeth. ) No matter how it looks, or what this stupid game will ask us to do next.
( even if, mathematically-speaking, esi would win regardless, if they continued to succeed at their challenges. this is simply the cornerstone of makoto’s personality—even backed into a corner, even in an impossible scenario, even against all odds, he bites and kicks and scratches and thrashes with everything that he is until the bitter end. it marks him as a fool, perhaps, but at least he wouldn’t be marked as a coward.
he grabs the dice and rolls them, going still once more as they land on (1d12=2) two ones: snake eyes. after a second, his Watch beeps, and he looks at it. his expression contorts in consternation which clears, somewhat, after a moment, though there’s still a residual tension.)
It says… it’s a wildcard. ( he glances up to esi. ) You get to select whether it’s a truth or dare. And what it is.