#is mister operative starting trouble at the cats tail (abt to have the worst surprise of his life) or smth else who knows

[fanfaire]

WHETHER THE KNAVE KNOWS THE GAME OR NOT has long slipped furina's attention ; each move she makes may as well be that of teyvat's championship genius invokation player for the way it makes her palms cold and her body restless, as though a hundred ants crawled under her skin, a stomach of knots and one leg jittering beneath the table.

not here to learn something about the tournament. . . but playing it here nonetheless. could it be that the tsaritsa's harbingers have more time on their hands than she'd imagined? she supposes she doesn't know very much about how they live their day to day. . . nothing at all, really. but the assertion that she'd still rather be here anyway still unsettles more than relieves. "o-oh. . . is that so." she doesn't meet her gaze, instead trying to focus on making her next moves. but motions are automatic, hands swapping cards and playing careless attacks without thinking. some electro flies, she switches to clorinde at some point——why had she done that again?——and with some melange of various dice remaining, ends the round once more.

and finds absolutely no desire to go on, really.

perhaps the universe senses this, because at that moment as she's dreading the next thing the knave asks or says⠀(⠀even if it's silence ; maybe that would be worse. would it——?⠀) ,⠀a crash of shattering glass from the corridor sits her straight with a gasp. followed immediately by the pound of running steps.

　✧　WHITE QUEEN⠀/⠀BLACK KING

　　 　　　　 　　 　 　　❪　comm. bloom　/　TCG　❫