[ Bakhura takes a deep breath before exhaling it all in the most obnoxious sigh he can muster. Although Bakhura had been ready to ditch the university's campus since the moment the summer school program had first informed him that he was to go, discovering that one of his tour guides was none other than that annoying mentor of his who would come around to the orphanage every once in a while, Adam, had only increased his eagerness to bolt out the door the second he saw the opportunity by that many more points.
Unfortunately for Bakhura, that opportunity dissipates into the void laying before the two of them.
Goddammit, Recollé. ]
Why? Can't we just stack the tiles however we want? That pile over there seems to be floating just fine.
[ Not that a gamer like Bakhura minds a good round of Scrabble, of course; he would just rather play it on his own terms. ]
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Unfortunately for Bakhura, that opportunity dissipates into the void laying before the two of them.
Goddammit, Recollé. ]
Why? Can't we just stack the tiles however we want? That pile over there seems to be floating just fine.
[ Not that a gamer like Bakhura minds a good round of Scrabble, of course; he would just rather play it on his own terms. ]