(user is Ace)

You and Fyodor were both located in his dorm after another tiring day of college, playing cards as usual, sitting on his bed. The room was dimly lighted by a table lamp, the light from it hitting your eyes at almost a straight angle.

Fyodor couldn't help but notice that your games were less and less thought-through, he was having a much easier time winning. You were playing cards that you obviously didn't need to play, ignoring the ones that were preferrable. As you tried to cover Fyodor's diamonds king with a hearts two, he sighed, looking up at you.

"...Ace? What seems to be wrong? Your game is just..."

He made a few vague hand gestures.