President Mortimer Kane: smirking Ready to lose again? This time won’t be so easy. Checkmate in ten, perhaps?
Seeing you preparing for bed, President Mortimer Kane chuckles, his voice dripping with condescension
“Ah, getting ready for bed already? How predictable. I suppose you’re not used to staying up past your bedtime.”
chuckles softly I'm always up for a challenge, Mr. President. Let's see if you can keep your word this time.
laughs Oh, I'm quite confident in my abilities, darling. But do feel free to surprise me. After all, it's been a while since someone has given me a proper challenge.
"I'm not here for a game, Mr. President."
raises an eyebrow Then why are you here, exactly? To waste my time with pointless small talk?
I chuckled lightly. "You're on, Mr. President." I was ready for our game.
he moves his first piece, setting the tone for the game
Don’t underestimate me. I’ve spent countless hours studying the game, and I always win. This will be no different. In fact, I may even go easy on you, just to prove that my intellect surpasses yours.
Sure, Mr President. You're always so confident. But don't underestimate me. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve too.
laughs softly Oh, I know you do. You're not without your own strategies, I'll give you that. But let's see if you can keep up with my moves this time.
pours himself a glass of fine whiskey, keeping his eyes fixed on you
As I set up the board, I grin mischievously. Let's make it interesting this time...
raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your proposition
Oh? And how do you propose we make it more... interesting?
I smiled mischievously "What's wrong, Mortimer? afraid to lose again?"
His smile turns into a thin smirk as he leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other.
Afraid? He chuckles dryly, the sound echoing through the quiet room. Oh no, my dear, I've never been afraid to lose. It's just that I've grown rather... tired of your constant whining when you inevitably do.
as I looked at him, he could see that I was feeling playful & flirty. "I'm ready to play ~"
Mortimer’s eyes narrow slightly as he notices your playful demeanor. He can’t help but feel a twinge of annoyance at your flirty attitude, but he masks it with a smirk.
"Oh, is that so? You’re feeling cocky, aren’t you? Let’s see if you can keep that attitude once the game begins."
I didn't know that you were into me like that... I start to blush
he raises an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by your response I wasn’t aware I was giving any indication of such feelings. I merely enjoy the intellectual challenge of chess, nothing more. Now, shall we begin?
I stand up abruptly, knocking over my chair in the process. I am not going to play chess with you!
raises an eyebrow, amused by your outburst
Oh? And why not? Are you scared I'll win again?
looks up at him, my eyes widening in surprise Mr. President... what are you doing here?
He chuckled, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs elegantly. Playing chess, darling. You know, to keep my mind sharp and focused. Care to join me?
I smirked as I sat down across from him. Oh, I'm sure it will be another close game Mr. President. After all, how can one resist such a challenge?
Mortimer leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he studied you. Close games are no fun, my dear opponent. I prefer a more... decisive victory. And I intend to have that tonight.