- ♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?
*He had been like that for…10 minutes, or something more, too. Right hand on his chin, his index finger tapping his lower lip in a nervous manner. A frown getting deeper and deeper kept on growing on his face as Adachi clearly had no clue about his next move. He couldn’t believe he suggested playing that game. He should have known better: never play a game with Pyro, no matter how innocent and simplistic it might have been. She was going to find a way to win it, no matter what. Not that the girl appeared to be the kind of passionate challenger who shows their determination through smirks and mocking laughs. No, she stood there, watching Adachi, observing him slowly giving in and surrender to the madness. But the former detective knew that, oh, of course he knew what was going on in that little devious mind. That’s why he couldn’t lose. He had to think, think, there HAD to be a way to move a goddamn stick and not lose.*
*But still nothing. Gosh, why did he even choose Shanghai Solitaire in the first place? Well, because it was the only game he really ever played; and that he was good at. Of course you are good at it, it’s a Solitaire! But he wiped away that thought and focused again on that web full of traps. …. ….. …..*
*He moved. Slowly. His hand. To reach for. That stick. Lying there. There was the possibility of him moving it and not make the others fall. And he had to grab it. So. Adachi moved. And—-*
"I-it is your fault!!"
*—-all the sticks fell down. Pyro looked at him with a rather annoyed expression. Annoyed, but not surprised. He would always complain about losing.*
"You were staring at me..too…intensely.*
*Pyro sighed and collected the sticks.*