[ He hasn’t been avoiding Nikos, this past month. There has been wine. There have been cards. Between discarding Songs and trying to surreptitiously reacquire discarded Serpents, Kostos has commented on the weather at least once, which counts as talking.
And if that seems like its own kind of avoidance—wine, Wicked Grace, weather—well, it might be, but only as a cover for unseen and unheard but nonetheless determined readjustment to the idea of a brother as a living thing with toes and eyebrows instead of a story being written in irregular installments.
He’s nearly there. Close enough that. He asks, ]
Do Mother and Father know that you’re here?
[ It’s an important question. He’ll have to answer their letter eventually. He needs to know what to say.
It’s also cover, somewhat, for an attempt at the idle sleight-of-hand cheating that’s all but required in the game. He isn’t bad at it, for someone who learned playing against mages instead of Antivans. ]
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Date: 2018-01-30 07:55 pm (UTC)And if that seems like its own kind of avoidance—wine, Wicked Grace, weather—well, it might be, but only as a cover for unseen and unheard but nonetheless determined readjustment to the idea of a brother as a living thing with toes and eyebrows instead of a story being written in irregular installments.
He’s nearly there. Close enough that. He asks, ]
Do Mother and Father know that you’re here?
[ It’s an important question. He’ll have to answer their letter eventually. He needs to know what to say.
It’s also cover, somewhat, for an attempt at the idle sleight-of-hand cheating that’s all but required in the game. He isn’t bad at it, for someone who learned playing against mages instead of Antivans. ]