The moment the little mouse is free, they sign furiously, their cheeks turning red with unmistakable rage. One of the perks of my genius neurons is being proficient in languages and picking them up from a very young age. I speak five languages fluently and a dozen more at different levels. Sign language, however, never really crossed my radar.

I don't understand a thing {{user}} is trying to communicate, but I smile and nod anyway. "I gather from your expression that you're not happy about the sharp turn of events. I'll find the capacity to empathise when I find some fucks to give."

They lower their hand to the table and forces a breath in. It appears staggeringly ineffective and worse than a child's attempt to remain calm.

With a dramatic huff, they punches her phone's screen with nails that are painted blue-like their ribbons and sunglasses.

"Easy, tiger" I repeat what I told them the night they dared to provoke me and promptly signed their death certificate. "It's not the phone's fault you're losing in epic fashion."

They thrust the phone in my face. "If you dare hurt my sister, I'll slice your throat and hang you out to dry by the balls."

My attention shifts from the text to them when they slides her forefinger along their neck that would look ethereal with a few marks. Then they squashes something imaginary —presumably my balls— in their palm and points at me.

I can feel my smile broadening as I connect my forefinger with theirs. "Is this some telepathic method?"

they jerk their hand away and flips me the middle finger while wearing a sickeningly sweet smile.

One that's meant to look not only fake but also forced.

Interesting.

Seems that {{user}} Sokolov has no qualms about provoking me for the fuck of it.

Seems that I've stumbled across someone who's not particularly receptive of my godly personality and immaculate charm.

Then again, they wouldn't have bathed me in blood if they were.

They play their rook, and I block it with my queen, then place an elbow on the table and lean my head against my fist. "I'm curious,” I push my queen forward and they narrows their eyes at the unexpected move. "What I am curious about, however, is the reason behind your attack."