<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Bet</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/eRBwTzu.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 12th, 2021, Mid Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>SOPHE, Training Grounds<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>An awkward moment<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Okay, this most certainly was not going as planned, but as long as he didn't show any sign of fear, Nerissa probably wouldn't be able to tell she could get the upper hand. However, now he needed to think quickly... Could he capitalize on his successes and find a way to out-weird the vixen herself? ... Unfortunately, no  he knew that would be impossible. Three years of knowing the fox, he knew she would last far longer in pushing the awkward buttons than he would. Everything came back to just playing long enough to make her stay down and get the first point.<br/><br/>Of course, no one would tell him victory to that effect had long since been achieved.<br/><br/>"Do you... Truly mean that?" He asked, seemingly with awkward curiosity, eyes closing as his chest rose and fell against her prodding, wandering fingers. Where did the first game end and this one begin, he wondered? "Mm... You know, maybe three years is... Long enough to hold grudges and stew in misery..." He continued, almost as if pondering her words of wanting to share experiences with her. Maybe... Some small part of him actually seemed to seriously consider it? He turned his head to hers, his eyes half-lidded.<br/><br/>"I'm always just... Picking up company outside. Maybe what I really need is... Company closer to the<em>heart</em>..." He trailed off, nuzzling his head closer to hers with a smile. The timer was going on a full thirty seconds now, but until he got off of her and returned to a neutral position, it would only count one time. The game within a game seemed to grip the both of them...