@barontobe gets a starter !!
“ tell me honestly ... you’re cheating aren’t you? i do not accept this defeat, again ! ” she was not that a sore loser but it was hard to find any joy in this godforsaken war with its daily misery and terror, so evenings were the only moments of reprieve many had during these trying times. good company had taken his form and it was no longer uncommon to find her seeking it out for conversations or, as they were doing now, playing cards. in her defense, she was quite good at cards, so naturally she got a bit competitive with every loss. “ ... you’re feeling good, right? you’re not suffering needlessly, are you? ” her aunt called it hawk eyes, when her look took such focus to inspect something or now someone. trying to determine if he was fine. being in field hospital was no picnic after all.