“FITE ME” [Let's see if blue girl can make red head go purple]
( SEND “FITE ME” FOR A FIGHT, BASICALLY. )
LEON ALMOST NEVER WON AT games like monopoly. Mainly because they were attention base strategy games &&. the only thing Leon had attention for was girls &&. the only thing he had strategy for was baseball. Plus; his temper and distaste for losing didn’t exactly help matters considering monopoly can go from winner to loser in LESS THAN a turn. However, the ace did love that warm feeling of triumph of putting a hotel on a site, mainly when that site is Mayfair, &&. when it is his.
HE WAS NEVER GOOD AT hiding his excitement either; when he manages to lose so often at a particular game; the prospect of actually turning it around was ELATING for him, his fingers curled around the edge of his seat as he seen the number Kuniko had rolled. It was a 5, &&. if Leon had counted right that would mean she would land right on Mayfair. His Mayfair. Bright teeth clench together in anticipation, the trinket edging closer &&. closer towards the square. This was perfect, he was going to make a fortune.
“PAY UP, KUNIKO-CHAN!” He sings, fist pounding the table in excitement, ready to see his money pile soar. But she refuses, actually; no she says
THE ACE’S FACE DROPS. For all those turns he was looking forward to finally making some money, because, let’s face it, Kuwata was broke from the second round. &&. she just refuses to pay him out right. His anger is BOILING inside him &&. you could practically see his cheeks turning red from the fire raging inside his thoughts &&. in his flesh. This was so unfair! &&. He wasn’t afraid to voice these emotions.
THERE WAS A SHRED OF HIS CONSCIENCE which told him that ‘it’s just a board game, Leon. Calm down.’ But when your fuse is lit &&. your already fuming; what use is a conscience? Monopoly isn’t a game, it’s a business, it’s REAL LIFE. Monopoly is W A R. Leaning forward in his seat; he tries to find the best way to put his views, because really; he would flip this game &&. they could fight it out right then &&. right there, but as he tried to articulate his anger; only one sentence could reach his thoughts.
“HAND OVER THE GODDAMN MONEY!”