{//What the hell’s she doin’ now? A sigh would pry past the Weapon’s tiers as he had come to realise the situation that he had just gotten himself into. Lids would lower to cover half of ruby tinted spheres; his stubbornness was not like his mesiter’s, and soon he would come to give in, but not for now — keeping the game alive for the mean time; seeing how long he could last against the pink haired teen. Whomever lost, he would not care, it would only give way to conversation.}
Her eyes were burning already a few minutes into the game, and she could feel them drying up. She found herself cursing her eyes for being so big and failing on her. She had to win this. She would not be the first to blink; she would prove a (silly) point to him. The other’s expression simply fuelled her desire to win this nonsensical battle, her eyes twitching from the ever growing feeling of them stinging. Too bad her pride was too big to swallow down. She wasn’t planning to blink any time soon.