[a lifetime of needing to be watched for minute changes in her body that could be early signs of something catastrophic, not to mention the less-than-casual staring of coworkers and strangers alike, mean that Amanda actually doesn't bristle under the weight of his gaze. For a second, she's just staring at the board. It's cliche, but it's something that she can always control. It doesn't hold the answers she wants, but it has logic that she knows inside and out. It's a tiny war, and she'll win no matter which king is cornered, but it will still be a victory.
She does smirk at his comment, but doesn't let herself look up from the board] I'm just tired. Which I should have expected but there's a difference between knowing you'll be worn out after moving a large couch and actually experiencing it.
[her fingers do waver more than usual over the board, though, but it's not in consideration of her next move. She makes a noise that could be laughter, but it doesn't seem very happy, and she shakes her head as she picks up a black bishop, wrapping her fingers around it tightly, now a little more concerned she'll drop it]
And I just realized I didn't challenge Nick to a game when I was up there. [her voice is small, more to the board than her roommate] I thought he said something about making a chess set, but I didn't take him up on it. Which on the scale of chances I've passed up is pretty small. But it had already been years since the last time we played. I should have.
[but she didn't, because there was supposed to be another chance. Something else was supposed to break in that beautiful rusted ship and she was supposed to go back with more courage to romance him over a game or something else out of a cheesy romance movie
She sets the bishop down with thud that is probably louder in her mind than in reality before turning away from the board, moving with any real thought to the opposite end of the couch, deciding that sitting before her legs give out is a good idea, and while she'd like to just hide behind a closed door with her tablet now, that would be far too obvious. So she settles for sitting and letting her Eevee hop up on her lap]
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She does smirk at his comment, but doesn't let herself look up from the board] I'm just tired. Which I should have expected but there's a difference between knowing you'll be worn out after moving a large couch and actually experiencing it.
[her fingers do waver more than usual over the board, though, but it's not in consideration of her next move. She makes a noise that could be laughter, but it doesn't seem very happy, and she shakes her head as she picks up a black bishop, wrapping her fingers around it tightly, now a little more concerned she'll drop it]
And I just realized I didn't challenge Nick to a game when I was up there. [her voice is small, more to the board than her roommate] I thought he said something about making a chess set, but I didn't take him up on it. Which on the scale of chances I've passed up is pretty small. But it had already been years since the last time we played. I should have.
[but she didn't, because there was supposed to be another chance. Something else was supposed to break in that beautiful rusted ship and she was supposed to go back with more courage to romance him over a game or something else out of a cheesy romance movie
She sets the bishop down with thud that is probably louder in her mind than in reality before turning away from the board, moving with any real thought to the opposite end of the couch, deciding that sitting before her legs give out is a good idea, and while she'd like to just hide behind a closed door with her tablet now, that would be far too obvious. So she settles for sitting and letting her Eevee hop up on her lap]