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</div></div><b>"Let's see if I have this right. According to you I'm stupid, wrong, dimwitted, unworthy, and an ungrateful little twat. Oh also an insignificant insect, a disposable fucking moron." Ever replied rather soberly. "What does that say about Magnus, and yourself since you both have the <i>same exact genes</i>? You must've had a rough life Klaus. It's not enough that you feel that way about yourself that you have to project your angst upon me. After considering all that you've just digressed, I'm quite certain I've got nothing better to offer you in return. I'd probably exhaust the entire Merriam-Webster dictionary trying to come up with even better adjectives to describe you. So guess what? You win! Enjoy your victory."</b><br/><br/>It was apparent from Ever's vapid response, that he had officially taken himself out of the pissing contest between himself and Klaus, allowing his captor to bask alone in the limelight. He didn't want to play the game, he already told Klaus he didn't. But just as Ever expected Klaus would do, he ignored his needs to go full speed ahead with his own whether he complied or not. Ever wasn't nearly as stupid as Klaus thought he was, because he could see there was a hidden agenda behind what Klaus was holding in the bag, and the rattling and clicking sounds from what was being pulled out from under the bed.<br/><br/>Ever couldn't move very well, and since he wasn't fast enough to escape Klaus he didn't put up much of a struggle when he came at him with the open cuff. It was clicked shut around one of his wrists rather tightly. Shoved up against the ornate headboard of a bed that wasn't his, the scowl on his face didn't fade as Klaus explained the rules of the game they were to play. He lost five white marbles, then two, for a total of seven white marbles gone. The thing was, Ever didn't think having white marbles made any difference at all. To him, they may have all just been black because Klaus had it out for him anyway.<br/><br/>Sighing resignedly, Ever closed his eyes and stuck his free hand into the box to select a marble as directed. Sort of. His hand rummaged around the box, as if he were picking a marble but he was actually gathering all of them in his hand. When he pulled his hand out of the box, he had ten black marbles, and three white ones in his grasp. He smiled, and replied,<b>"I win. See?"</b><br/><br/>Ever's smile quickly faded, and his olive eyes flashed with an increased level of resentment and anger directed at Klaus.<b>"Now go find them!" </b>he growled, flinging all the marbles in his hand through the air. As they were released with force, they bounced and clattered as they hit the floor and other objects in the bedroom.<br/><br/>Finding it hilarious, Ever began laughing hysterically, until tears ran down his cheeks.<b>"What a fun game this is! Aren't you having fun. Klaus? Hahaha. So much fun!"</b><br/><br/>The glare deep within Ever's gaze betrayed his false hilarity and hysterical laughter, and from all appearances Ever didn't seem to give a damn about it at all whether Klaus noticed or not. The marbles didn't matter. Black or white, pleasure or pain. Whatever he did or didn't do, Klaus was going to punish him anyway.<br/><br/>Ever didn't want to laugh, he wanted to scream.