♕ » — @geishun.
♕ » a soft grumble from the young tactician as slender digits tapped against the bolganone tome that he held gently between his arms. what was troubling him so ?? it was most likely because he had recently lost a game of chess to his older sister, even though he had vowed that he would have her beat today. but from the looks of it, the gods were favoring sakuya today and he's been left out in the rain.
klein sighed in frustration as he schemed up several ways he can win next time, ( he did swore that he would have her beat one day. ) thinking of a variety of formations, tactics and plans he had for the next round with sakuya.
as the tactician was walking back to his room in the smash manor, it was clearly obvious that he wasn't watching where he was going as he ran face-first into someone's backside. ( the tactician was of age twenty and the height of five feet and an inch, many would assume he was a boy of a young age. )
❝ bwaah ?! ❞
klein let out a sharp and loud yelp when his train of thought was snapped back into reality from the sudden impact. especially when he fell backwards, the tome of flames flying upwards. there was a slight pained groan before another yelp as the tome fell flat onto the tactician's head.
the gods of luck really wasn't really in his favor today, huh ??
