[It was the plan from the start and he's not going back on his word. Bakugo rests his elbows on his knees as he draws his legs up in a cross-legged position on the chair. "Rude" as far as Japan etiquette goes, but hell if he cares. Fanning his cards in his hand, he scans over his options and the ones resting on the table. Better with more than two people, but it's fine like this.
Coming down to the cards they draw and the hands they can make, taking more and more out of the equation, limiting the remaining pool of cards and what options are available for your opponent. Furrowed brows, ever-present scowl, intense glare. Esikko has his work cut out trying to get a read on any of the hero's tells.]
( It seems like the sort of thing that would get old fast. Esikko sits up straight, himself, as if the posture is so ingrained into him that sitting any other way doesn't even come to mind. One leg being crossed over the other, he scans the cards in his own hand, fingers of the opposite coming up to hover over each of them in equal times.
Bakugo looks the same as always. So that means paying attention to the directions he looks, especially when he talks, analyzing when he takes his breaths, looking for any tiny little clue. You'd think this was a life or death situation, with how seriously Esikko is taking this...
Still: )
But, you know... When I see groups of people playing together who actually enjoy each other's company, it doesn't seem bad at all. They're always so lively.
[It probably does, but Esikko likely wasn't allowed to play with them when he was growing up. Or had to do so all alone and didn't find more than distraction in them. Nothing "fun" people find playing together. He slots a card from his hand and lays down two of a kind on the table between them, starting small for the hand. Nothing's been shown and he'd rather keep the strong options for later.
Red eyes sweep across his cards, shifting with his hand as he makes matches and arranges his cards. Breathing nigh silent with his actions, words carrying the same growling of his usual rough voice. If Esikko wants to take any of those as a tell, he's welcome to gamble, but who knows if Bakugo's aware the prince is trying to scrutinize him. Could be baiting the very thing.]
Che, a lot of people talk while playing. [Unlike movie poker games and professional shows where focus spreads out across the table in silent reign.]
Mm, something similar... Tujeon? They're thinner, longer. With more suits. Things like rabbit, horse, man, star, roe deer...
( Numbers and complicated rules. As Bakugo expects, Esikko never really had the time to properly play games with them, but he did learn the rules of a few.
Man, he can't tell if Bakugo is watching him watching or not. Probably, right? He seems the type that's always aware. So, he could absolutely be baiting. Or, he could be completely relaxed and not even worried about it. Esikko frowns a little, regardless of what his current spread of cards seems to be, and continues on with less worry. Focus just on hands, get the details later... )
But, not just talking. Having fun, you know? That sort of friendly competition.
[Having some familiarity is better than starting out completely cold. The resort already makes them acknowledge hands with their rewards and crap. Esikko's smart. Bakugo won't feel bad stomping his ass. There's no joy in taking out a complete ignorant.
Of course he's watching Esikko! From the peripheral of his vision over his fan of cards, keeping both in his sight. Noting the slender line of his brows and whether they furrow in frustration or arch in delight. His pretty eyes focusing on the cards, noting whether they flick to one side of his card fan in expectation of trumping the set on the table. Little tells which indicate the man's able to beat his current hand or if he'll fold... Does he expect Esikko to try bluffing? Somewhat. But the guy wears some emotions on his sleeve.
There goes his frown. Cute.]
Tch! Friendly competition's just a shitty way of excusing doubt!
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Date: 12/16/25 22:32 (UTC)Coming down to the cards they draw and the hands they can make, taking more and more out of the equation, limiting the remaining pool of cards and what options are available for your opponent. Furrowed brows, ever-present scowl, intense glare. Esikko has his work cut out trying to get a read on any of the hero's tells.]
Not regularly. They get boring.
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Date: 12/17/25 03:39 (UTC)( It seems like the sort of thing that would get old fast. Esikko sits up straight, himself, as if the posture is so ingrained into him that sitting any other way doesn't even come to mind. One leg being crossed over the other, he scans the cards in his own hand, fingers of the opposite coming up to hover over each of them in equal times.
Bakugo looks the same as always. So that means paying attention to the directions he looks, especially when he talks, analyzing when he takes his breaths, looking for any tiny little clue. You'd think this was a life or death situation, with how seriously Esikko is taking this...
Still: )
But, you know... When I see groups of people playing together who actually enjoy each other's company, it doesn't seem bad at all. They're always so lively.
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Date: 12/17/25 22:11 (UTC)[It probably does, but Esikko likely wasn't allowed to play with them when he was growing up. Or had to do so all alone and didn't find more than distraction in them. Nothing "fun" people find playing together. He slots a card from his hand and lays down two of a kind on the table between them, starting small for the hand. Nothing's been shown and he'd rather keep the strong options for later.
Red eyes sweep across his cards, shifting with his hand as he makes matches and arranges his cards. Breathing nigh silent with his actions, words carrying the same growling of his usual rough voice. If Esikko wants to take any of those as a tell, he's welcome to gamble, but who knows if Bakugo's aware the prince is trying to scrutinize him. Could be baiting the very thing.]
Che, a lot of people talk while playing. [Unlike movie poker games and professional shows where focus spreads out across the table in silent reign.]
god idk how to play cards, bear with my vagueness
Date: 12/18/25 08:08 (UTC)( Numbers and complicated rules. As Bakugo expects, Esikko never really had the time to properly play games with them, but he did learn the rules of a few.
Man, he can't tell if Bakugo is watching him watching or not. Probably, right? He seems the type that's always aware. So, he could absolutely be baiting. Or, he could be completely relaxed and not even worried about it. Esikko frowns a little, regardless of what his current spread of cards seems to be, and continues on with less worry. Focus just on hands, get the details later... )
But, not just talking. Having fun, you know? That sort of friendly competition.
s'all good! vagueness is the name of the game.
Date: 12/23/25 14:29 (UTC)[Having some familiarity is better than starting out completely cold. The resort already makes them acknowledge hands with their rewards and crap. Esikko's smart. Bakugo won't feel bad stomping his ass. There's no joy in taking out a complete ignorant.
Of course he's watching Esikko! From the peripheral of his vision over his fan of cards, keeping both in his sight. Noting the slender line of his brows and whether they furrow in frustration or arch in delight. His pretty eyes focusing on the cards, noting whether they flick to one side of his card fan in expectation of trumping the set on the table. Little tells which indicate the man's able to beat his current hand or if he'll fold... Does he expect Esikko to try bluffing? Somewhat. But the guy wears some emotions on his sleeve.
There goes his frown. Cute.]
Tch! Friendly competition's just a shitty way of excusing doubt!
[What a charmer this guy is.]