[ Beleth listens as he speaks, arms crossed, eyes intent on the floor. Once he's finished, she closes her eyes, mulling over the words. Romance. That was the word she'd been avoiding using. What a complicated word, with complicated emotions attached to it. Tangled was a much better descriptor. And yet--
When she opens her eyes again, it's to stare at the ceiling, looking positively affronted by it. ]
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When she opens her eyes again, it's to stare at the ceiling, looking positively affronted by it. ]
...Shit.
[ Then, in a quieter tone: ]
He cheats at all our competitions, anyway.
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Be more clever. Cheat around him.
[ because then, at least, they're on equal cheating fields. that's how it works, right? ]