#f2f: zev

[cristianova]

who: @thezevking

what: cristiano beating zev’s ass (in chess!)

where: chess tables in the auditorium lobby

Sweat dripped from Cristiano’s forehead. Don’t worry, nothing super tramuatic or tense was happening tonight at least not yet .The Van Allen was just hyper-focused on beating Zev in chess. He couldn’t ever beat Zev in a video game. He couldn’t outmaneuver Zev’s cinematic mind when brainstorming creative ideas. But goddammit, he was going to beat this kid in chess if his life depended on it.  And after multiple turns of back and forth (in complete silence), Cristiano had set up his remaining rook and king just right. “Checkmate, bitch!” Cristiano yelled, smacking Zev’s king over. People were staring, but people were always staring. Fuck people! “Good game, King. This is revenge for all the times you layed my ass out in Soul Caliber.” He taunted through laughter. He extended his hand for Zev to shake. “Just don’t ask for a rematch because I 100% cannot do that shit again!”

[cristianova]

for: @thezevking​

where: bunker

Cristiano knew he sounded like a dad but he didn’t care. When he jokingly cosigned Libby’s idea to distract the guards...the last thing he expected was for Zev to spring into action. Cris couldn’t help but believe that he would have had an easier time getting away if not for their reckless idea. But...maybe in that timeline Alice would be even more injured. There didn’t seem to be any winning when it came to the Candy Girl. He paced around Zev in a fit of frustration. “Never thought I’d want to get in a boxing match with some idiot dressed like a playing card, until tonight. Who the hell do those guys think they are?” He grumbled. He stopped in his tracks and looked at Zev. “If I’m being frank you’re the idiot for putting a target on your back tonight. What were you gonna do if those assholes tried to jump you?” He inquired, staring daggers at his friend.