But he does open his door when he hears her knock. Lelouch is certain he'll only lose a piece or two of clothing, if any, so he doesn't look particularly dressed. Just a vest and a jacket, his pants, a belt— does he normally wear a belt at home? Nope. He wants to be sure, anyway... ]
I should have just said I wasn't interested in playing. This was a mistake.
But your pride was on the line, so you had to say yes. [she laughs, scanning him up and down to see just what she's working with. he came prepared but he's also confident in his abilities, it seems. she wouldn't expect any less from him.
before she brushes past him to enter his apartment, she gives him a bright smile, clapping a hand against his shoulder with a giggle, then tries to find where he's set up his beloved chess set.] Of course... [she glances over her shoulder with a smirk.] You can always forfeit now. I won't tell anyone~
[ C.C. may not be here, but this world still gave him a headache in the shape of a busty woman... goddamn it. ]
You don't even need to remove anything if I capture any of your pieces. I'll play normally.
[ His apartment is fairly straightforward. A hallway that leads into the kitchen and small dining room, and just nearby is a couch and a coffee table. There's a glass door that also serves as one of the apartment's windows, which leads to a small balcony. Lelouch keeps a few flower pots there. The sole bedroom is the door past the couch, and that is definitely a place where no one but him has access to. ]
Now where's the fun in that? I came to play a certain game, and I came to win. Are you trying to be [she gasps and covers her mouth with a hand, feigning surprise] gentlemanly? Lelouch, how dare you.
[she would peek into his bedroom if she was being her worst, but she knows that some things are meant to stay private, so couch it is. she strides over to it, and flops onto the cushions with a bit of graceful sprezzatura, a practiced nonchalance, trying so hard to hold back her glee.] So, how long do you think this game will be, hmm? Do we want to gamble like you normally do, or are we doing things a little differently?
[ Whatever. He's done playing nice. With a low groan, he takes a seat on the couch, where the chess set is already set up on the coffee table. The empty seat across him looks very comfortable, but it doesn't have a cushion. It's just flat, old wood. ]
Let's begin. White is first.
[ He, of course, chooses to play the black pieces. ]
[he's so serious about this-- a game of chess can never just be a game to him, can it? but to her, she's playing two separate games, and he'll have to unfocus from the first to ensure he doesn't lose the second. she's sure he'll win both, but not until she's claimed her own victory. the idea makes her smirk, and without argument, she delicately lifts a pawn in the middle, setting it two spaces forward.]
Aren't we supposed to choose our colours differently? You must be attached to the black pieces... Just what is your strategy, hmm? Defensive only? [...isn't chess supposed to be a quiet game?]
[ Such as when he makes his first move now. Lelouch has about six plans on how to win this game already, each depending on Milly's countermoves in turn. ]
[there's the raise of an eyebrow at him for that comment, but it doesn't diminish her smile. she doesn't have to think too hard yet, and she enjoys watching him in action. but she supposes this is how gambling with noblemen goes for him, so she had better not get too comfortable.]
Hmm. Do you often play against people who have no strategy whatsoever? [another piece moved, and a mischievous glance to him.]
[ People he's played may present good tactics on the chessboard, but these tactics, when put together, don't exactly end up forming a brilliant strategy. It's a pity, really. ]
Interesting. I was hoping I'd be unique! [her fingers hover over the board for a moment, and she pretends like she's not sure which piece to move, but she knows. it's all part of the drama! the ruse! the act!
but she laughs at him, flipping her hair over her shoulder.] There's a lot of things you're not aware of when it comes to me. I can't have you know too much!
And yet more and more gets revealed with each move.
[ But he'll continue with the game. There are more pressing matters at hand, after all. His objective is to not lose. If his pieces get eaten in the process, then that's just a consequence he'll face bravely. ]
[ Those two things aren't things he's only learned now, Milly... That's old news??? ]
Get on with it.
[ Capture the damn piece so he can get a move on with his own strategy. He'll slip out of one shoe when she finally takes one of his black pieces off the board. ]
it's swift, how she whisks the piece away, how the disappointment shows on her face when he goes for the shoes first, but there's still time, and she's back to smiling, watching him make his move.]
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But he does open his door when he hears her knock. Lelouch is certain he'll only lose a piece or two of clothing, if any, so he doesn't look particularly dressed. Just a vest and a jacket, his pants, a belt— does he normally wear a belt at home? Nope. He wants to be sure, anyway... ]
I should have just said I wasn't interested in playing. This was a mistake.
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before she brushes past him to enter his apartment, she gives him a bright smile, clapping a hand against his shoulder with a giggle, then tries to find where he's set up his beloved chess set.] Of course... [she glances over her shoulder with a smirk.] You can always forfeit now. I won't tell anyone~
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You don't even need to remove anything if I capture any of your pieces. I'll play normally.
[ His apartment is fairly straightforward. A hallway that leads into the kitchen and small dining room, and just nearby is a couch and a coffee table. There's a glass door that also serves as one of the apartment's windows, which leads to a small balcony. Lelouch keeps a few flower pots there. The sole bedroom is the door past the couch, and that is definitely a place where no one but him has access to. ]
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[she would peek into his bedroom if she was being her worst, but she knows that some things are meant to stay private, so couch it is. she strides over to it, and flops onto the cushions with a bit of graceful sprezzatura, a practiced nonchalance, trying so hard to hold back her glee.] So, how long do you think this game will be, hmm? Do we want to gamble like you normally do, or are we doing things a little differently?
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[ Whatever. He's done playing nice. With a low groan, he takes a seat on the couch, where the chess set is already set up on the coffee table. The empty seat across him looks very comfortable, but it doesn't have a cushion. It's just flat, old wood. ]
Let's begin. White is first.
[ He, of course, chooses to play the black pieces. ]
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Aren't we supposed to choose our colours differently? You must be attached to the black pieces... Just what is your strategy, hmm? Defensive only? [...isn't chess supposed to be a quiet game?]
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[ Such as when he makes his first move now. Lelouch has about six plans on how to win this game already, each depending on Milly's countermoves in turn. ]
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Hmm. Do you often play against people who have no strategy whatsoever? [another piece moved, and a mischievous glance to him.]
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[ People he's played may present good tactics on the chessboard, but these tactics, when put together, don't exactly end up forming a brilliant strategy. It's a pity, really. ]
I wasn't even aware you were interested in chess.
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but she laughs at him, flipping her hair over her shoulder.] There's a lot of things you're not aware of when it comes to me. I can't have you know too much!
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[ But he'll continue with the game. There are more pressing matters at hand, after all. His objective is to not lose. If his pieces get eaten in the process, then that's just a consequence he'll face bravely. ]
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[she laughs, but not for long, because one of his pieces is in capturing range. she won't miss the opportunity for it!]
Aha! The first strike. [she wiggles the piece between her fingers, then wiggles her eyebrows right after.]
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Get on with it.
[ Capture the damn piece so he can get a move on with his own strategy. He'll slip out of one shoe when she finally takes one of his black pieces off the board. ]
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it's swift, how she whisks the piece away, how the disappointment shows on her face when he goes for the shoes first, but there's still time, and she's back to smiling, watching him make his move.]
Chess really is that serious, huh?