Strategist....
"Are you sure?" Tenchi asked with that curious flare that made the younger brother doubt himself. For some reason, every time that Tenchi asked him if he was sure about something the younger brother felt that he was making a mistake.
Darasu's emerald eyes stared directly into his brothers brown ones, and tried to read some kind of hidden meaning behind them or some symbolism of what he was doing. But he found nothing, and instead his eyes fell down into his hands and stared at the cards within them. Back and forth he read the numbers and pictures on each of the playing cards, his mind anxious with getting this game over with before he had a full on panic attack. The young Haku swallowed hard, as if he had been chewing on his pride for a few moments....
"Yes."
There was a clicking sound from his brother. "Not bad Darasu." Tenchi said with a smile. Gently yet with steel like movements, Tenchi grabbed a card from his hand of three and placed it atop of younger brothers, defeating the suit in question that Darasu had played. "But not great either. Your options are to either run all the cards in a single suit, or keep me from doing that. Its easier and more plausible than trying to match the number with what has been laid down." The elder educated with the patience of a saint.
Darasu looked down at his hand, and then growled audibly. While he wasn't looking at his brothers eyes, he could feel them widen at his sudden frustration. With his anger fully expressed, the younger threw his cards into the air and stood to his feet while turning to leave. "This is stupid. I can't beat you, it-"
Tenchi rarely used 'that' tone, the fatherly voice that had acted as a belt around the house since their father had passed. "No. You can, and the game isn't stupid your playing it stupidly. Sometimes its not the horse but the rider."
A pause filled the room, and Darasu's hands fell into balled fists for a moment, before he sighed.
"Now pick your cards up, and we play again. And again. and again, until you win" The voice had become brotherly again and warm.
"...Okay, fine."
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"Are you sure?" Tenchi asked with that curious flare that made the younger brother doubt himself. For some reason, every time that Tenchi asked him if he was sure about something the younger brother felt that he was making a mistake.
Darasu's emerald eyes stared directly into his brothers brown ones, and tried to read some kind of hidden meaning behind them or some symbolism of what he was doing. But he found nothing, and instead his eyes fell down into his hands and stared at the cards within them. Back and forth he read the numbers and pictures on each of the playing cards, his mind anxious with getting this game over with before he had a full on panic attack. The young Haku swallowed hard, as if he had been chewing on his pride for a few moments....
"Yes."
There was a clicking sound from his brother. "Not bad Darasu." Tenchi said with a smile. Gently yet with steel like movements, Tenchi grabbed a card from his hand of three and placed it atop of younger brothers, defeating the suit in question that Darasu had played. "But not great either. Your options are to either run all the cards in a single suit, or keep me from doing that. Its easier and more plausible than trying to match the number with what has been laid down." The elder educated with the patience of a saint.
Darasu looked down at his hand, and then growled audibly. While he wasn't looking at his brothers eyes, he could feel them widen at his sudden frustration. With his anger fully expressed, the younger threw his cards into the air and stood to his feet while turning to leave. "This is stupid. I can't beat you, it-"
Tenchi rarely used 'that' tone, the fatherly voice that had acted as a belt around the house since their father had passed. "No. You can, and the game isn't stupid your playing it stupidly. Sometimes its not the horse but the rider."
A pause filled the room, and Darasu's hands fell into balled fists for a moment, before he sighed.
"Now pick your cards up, and we play again. And again. and again, until you win" The voice had become brotherly again and warm.
"...Okay, fine."
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