[Claude would never do Sylvain the disservice of taking it easy on him, but he isn't playing at his best-- the dull burn on his chest starts to spread, turning into a heat, a kind of itch under the skin. He drums his fingers on the coffee table in between moves, fidgets in his seat, and tries not to rub at the mark or the skin around it.
It's not surprising in the end that Sylvain puts him in check. He smiles nonetheless, ever the gracious loser.]
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It's not surprising in the end that Sylvain puts him in check. He smiles nonetheless, ever the gracious loser.]
Your question, then.