"Well, that's good. I really wanted to see, but... I'm just glad you got something out of playing," Kazuhiko said. For Sakura to claim something was informative, she must have had an interesting time. Kazu would assume it was fun, but... no, he couldn't just do that until Sakura rejected his apology with the notion that he'd also been having fun? There was an implication that she did indeed have enjoyment in her match. "Well, I can't really say I've been having fun. Playing in general is fun, but nobody likes going against decks like this." With that said, Kazuhiko glared across the table toward a lad who was snickering. He was so thoroughly enjoying the suffering he'd caused. As assumed, this boy was trolling. "Maybe just a little~♪" he agreed.
Somehow, Sakura managed to forfeit her match. What she spoke of wasn't an absolute loss, but one she'd chosen in favor of skipping stall tactics and luck rolls. He could understand that. Actually, now that Kazu thought about it... "Yeah, you know what? I forfeit!" he said at last. This game wasn't worth his time anymore. Victory was well in his sights, but another three turns would be required to achieve it. He was far more interested in hearing about Sakura's experience, and maybe playing a round or two with her. "It's great that you're enjoying the game! I figured you might have a potential issue or two, depending on the type of strategy you were going for. But, if you quit, I doubt that means your back was against the wall completely. When you're done modifying, wanna play against me?" Kazu wondered. In hindsight, he wished he'd just taken the first learning match against Sakura; that would have been more interesting than what he'd been dealing with.
Meals were meant to be savored, and Hiroshi would certainly be doing so. He didn't shy away for a moment, delving deeper into Kaguya's folds with tongue as if seeking the brunt of her flavor within. Since she'd taken the liberty of spreading herself, his hands were pressed against her thighs for the act of feasting... all while another pair of hands were soon to find themselves elsewhere. Miko liked the idea of the 'full serving' Marisbury spoke of. In that regard, they were kindred. "So do I. Though it may be a bit forward of me to say," he admitted. Moving on, the game ahead of them seemed to be an interesting thing to stop for. Living off time juice was how she described his energy situation, much to Marisbury's amusement. Ah, but he wouldn't comment on that. A game was being explained, and Marisbury intended to participate and win. He offered Miko a chance to join, she accepted, and he moved forward alongside her. Then, finally, his hands moved. One arm extended around Miko, taking its place around her hand and the prop gun. His other hand landed upon her shoulder at the opposite side. With that, his face rested right next to hers. "Let's give it a try then. It looks like we're in a desirable position," he stated. Was he talking about their aiming position? Possibly. Or, perhaps his words were connected to the fact that he'd soon be gently and discretely blowing into Miko's ear. . .
Somehow, Sakura managed to forfeit her match. What she spoke of wasn't an absolute loss, but one she'd chosen in favor of skipping stall tactics and luck rolls. He could understand that. Actually, now that Kazu thought about it... "Yeah, you know what? I forfeit!" he said at last. This game wasn't worth his time anymore. Victory was well in his sights, but another three turns would be required to achieve it. He was far more interested in hearing about Sakura's experience, and maybe playing a round or two with her. "It's great that you're enjoying the game! I figured you might have a potential issue or two, depending on the type of strategy you were going for. But, if you quit, I doubt that means your back was against the wall completely. When you're done modifying, wanna play against me?" Kazu wondered. In hindsight, he wished he'd just taken the first learning match against Sakura; that would have been more interesting than what he'd been dealing with.
Meals were meant to be savored, and Hiroshi would certainly be doing so. He didn't shy away for a moment, delving deeper into Kaguya's folds with tongue as if seeking the brunt of her flavor within. Since she'd taken the liberty of spreading herself, his hands were pressed against her thighs for the act of feasting... all while another pair of hands were soon to find themselves elsewhere. Miko liked the idea of the 'full serving' Marisbury spoke of. In that regard, they were kindred. "So do I. Though it may be a bit forward of me to say," he admitted. Moving on, the game ahead of them seemed to be an interesting thing to stop for. Living off time juice was how she described his energy situation, much to Marisbury's amusement. Ah, but he wouldn't comment on that. A game was being explained, and Marisbury intended to participate and win. He offered Miko a chance to join, she accepted, and he moved forward alongside her. Then, finally, his hands moved. One arm extended around Miko, taking its place around her hand and the prop gun. His other hand landed upon her shoulder at the opposite side. With that, his face rested right next to hers. "Let's give it a try then. It looks like we're in a desirable position," he stated. Was he talking about their aiming position? Possibly. Or, perhaps his words were connected to the fact that he'd soon be gently and discretely blowing into Miko's ear. . .
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