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[sadist_daemon]

Daemon is lounging in his room, engrossed in a game of solitaire. He'd welcome someone to talk to (or pounce, depending on who it is) -- or even someone to play cards with.

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[sweariwontdie]

"Daemon?" Armand's voice is quiet as he doesn't want to get on Daemon's nerves by startling him.

[sadist_daemon]

"Warlord," Daemon replies mildly. "Would you like a game of cards?"

[sweariwontdie]

Despite the mild tone used by the Consort, Armand colors in embarrassment. After a few moments, he manages to say, "My apologies, Prince... Sadi." Then he takes a deep breath. "Please call me Armand. Nobody is formal with me unless they're yelling at me."

Then he looks at the cards Daemon is holding and considers the invitation. "What game?"

[sadist_daemon]

Daemon shrugs and shuffles the cards, looking amused. "Alright, then, Armand. As for the game, I was thinking anything but cradle."

[sweariwontdie]

Amused? Good. We can handle amused. "That's fair, especially since I don't know cradle yet." And to be honest, he's lousy at most card games but is a cheerful player.

[sadist_daemon]

"You don't want to. The coven's sneaky with it." Daemon shuffles the cards and passes some to Armand. "Poker?"

[sweariwontdie]

Not looking at his cards, Armand asks, "Don't people usually gamble with poker?"

[sadist_daemon]

"Yes, but we don't have to, unless you'd like it."

[sweariwontdie]

"No, but how do you keep score without it?" He's not trying to be difficult; he's just confused.

[sadist_daemon]

A shrug. "We'll think of a way. But I suppose we could use beans or something."

[sweariwontdie]

"Or just count hands won?" He smiled hopefully.

[mostgiftedwitch]

"Except for that blasted variation 27 that we -still- haven't been able to figure out!"