It wasn't often he wandered around campus when there was work to be done. Well, not often, except when Freddie was hard at work copying notes and essay outlines for him, and taking over the room as he did so - and summer's last stubborn heat wave had blasted through and left the attic miserable. All that had been left for him was to go into town for a bit; and when the day had cooled off he made his self-proud, lazy way back across campus with takeout coffee cup in hand (because the coffee provided on campus was horrendous, at the best of times).
And normally he wouldn't spare more than a passing glance to anyone who played cards without a betting pool, but he'd never seen someone lose so badly at Solitaire. Theo just couldn't help the double-take and amused noise he made over the other player's shoulder.
Since the cards had not followed his wish to combust or give him inspiration on how he was going to win (if he could just figure out how to move that one right stack...), the amused noise behind Riff was an arrow - whether it was aimed at him or not - straight to his pride. His fingers tightened on the card he'd been holding for the barest instant before his familiar genial mask swept across his face. He turned a little to his observer, internally noting who it was ('Theodore Bianchessi: sophomore; family, reasonably wealthy; a general pain...') before saying with a slightly amused smile,
Riff had never been someone Theo had been fond of - not like he was fond of most of his fellow students mind you - but his usual smug look was nowhere to be found by the time Riff looked back. Instead, he tilted his head a little at the cards lying in front of the other student.
"It's interesting. Tell me, have you tried splitting that pile second from the left?" Theo took a slow sip of his coffee, savoring it.
Riff cocked a curious brow, internally scoffing. Of course he had. He'd been using every combination he could think of up until that point. Still, he turned back to the cards and looked at the pile Theo pointed out. He ran through quick mental calculations, didn't like what he saw, and debated whether he should give up (which he hated) and tell Theo he didn't see it when it somehow clicked. He made a thoughtful noise. How had he missed that?!It was almost simple, when he thought about it; his hand moves and flipped the cards as his mind pieced together the possible paths he could try now. Not so impossible to win anymore
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And normally he wouldn't spare more than a passing glance to anyone who played cards without a betting pool, but he'd never seen someone lose so badly at Solitaire. Theo just couldn't help the double-take and amused noise he made over the other player's shoulder.
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"Hello, Theo. Enjoying the game?"
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"It's interesting. Tell me, have you tried splitting that pile second from the left?" Theo took a slow sip of his coffee, savoring it.
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