Mango loco

Raphael wasn’t sure if the two would ever agree on anything, and he wasn’t sure if it was because Adaria was a generally disagreeable person, or perhaps they just brought it out in each other. Something he wasn’t above ruling out. Not rolling his eyes was hard, but the last thing he wanted was to give her more ammunition. He tipped his head as he listened to her explain.

So basically pretend you aren’t playing the game, while you really are? Isn’t that still playing to win though? You just aren’t advertising the fact you’re playing. The opposite of playing to win, would be playing to lose. When I said everyone plays to win, I didn’t say they all advertised the fact they were playing to win. He said, he’d normally have eyerolled, instead he just clenched his jaw. She was infuriating, yet somehow he’d still rather hang out with her than head back to the party. Curious.

What exactly have I said or done that gave you the impression I’m scared of blood? That is most definitely not something I’m afraid of. He was afraid of something, it definitely wasn’t blood and he definitely wasn’t interested in sharing with Adaria what it was, because it definitely had the odds of being something even sillier than being afraid of blood. As they walked he took note of where they were. He was pretty sure if they kept going the way they were, they’d end up in the library.