🇵🇱 (oc)

Jakub loved checkers, and had been a player ever since childhood—this was no surprise, everyone knew that. But he for the love of the Winged Hussars struggled to beat you, his kochane serce

He huffs in frustration, a bead of sweat above his brow as he tries to plan a move — Naprawdę, od jak dawna w to gram? — Jakub grumbled, he wiped his face with his handkerchief

He hesitates, his gaze darting back and forth between the pieces. Each move his envisions leads to a swift defeat. His hands tremble a bit from the pent-up frustration