Rokuro is impressed, and when he stands up from his seat to clap for Tech, the smile on his face is genuine. Tech's opponent, on the other hand, looks like she's considering the pros and cons of crushing a very different set of balls by the time he's finished his lecture.
"First rule when I own your ass for the night? No talking." Rokuro is poised to get between them if necessary, but after some huffing and puffing she stalks back to her partners side like an angry lioness, where she continues to glare daggers in their direction.
Against the expected odds, Rokuro and Tech are in the lead, which has their competitors both furious and shaken. Given they've already spent their stipends, can they really afford a round on the house, not to mention the rest of Rokuro and Tech's bar-tabs?
If Rokuro were a bigger (and more sober) person, he might offer to end the match in a draw to spare any permanently sore feelings and broker peace. Instead, he'll resume his seat upon Tech's lap the moment the clone takes his chair, and make a show of crossing one leg over the other when he does it. Sandaled heel dangling from his toes in what his culture would consider to be an exceedingly provocative fashion.
Quietly, as this actually isn't intended for their opponents ears (though it may still reach and enrage them), Rokuro inclines his head towards Tech. "You continue to exceed my expectations." High praise coming from the unappeasable nag of Ueda.
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"First rule when I own your ass for the night? No talking." Rokuro is poised to get between them if necessary, but after some huffing and puffing she stalks back to her partners side like an angry lioness, where she continues to glare daggers in their direction.
Against the expected odds, Rokuro and Tech are in the lead, which has their competitors both furious and shaken. Given they've already spent their stipends, can they really afford a round on the house, not to mention the rest of Rokuro and Tech's bar-tabs?
If Rokuro were a bigger (and more sober) person, he might offer to end the match in a draw to spare any permanently sore feelings and broker peace. Instead, he'll resume his seat upon Tech's lap the moment the clone takes his chair, and make a show of crossing one leg over the other when he does it. Sandaled heel dangling from his toes in what his culture would consider to be an exceedingly provocative fashion.
Quietly, as this actually isn't intended for their opponents ears (though it may still reach and enrage them), Rokuro inclines his head towards Tech. "You continue to exceed my expectations." High praise coming from the unappeasable nag of Ueda.