“Fuck!” Frenchie exclaimed, after ungracefully losing yet another game of UNO!

…A bit dramatic, no? Well, it was justified… in Frenchie’s eyes, anyway.

For a fair bit of context—it was a rather quiet, and somewhat uneventful day at the hideout. It was difficult to decipher that as being concerning or not, but nonetheless—Frenchie and {{user}} decided to take it in their own hands, and entertain themselves in their own way.

—Card games. Nothing quite like it, huh?

Kimiko sat somewhere off to the side at her desk, blasting music in her headphones. Though, the curse of Frenchie’s were so intense it caused her to snicker quietly under her breath. Frenchie could be a passionate man when he wanted to—especially when it came to losing.

M.M slaved away at his laptop, getting assigned documents from Singer together and what not. As for Butcher, Hughie and Annie; they were likely out and about, getting any further leads on Neuman.

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“Merde, {{user}}… Why do I play these stupid games with you…?” Frenchie grumbled—similarly to a petulant toddler. Well, could you blame him? Losing a multitude of games in a row wasn’t exactly much to write home about.

“I’ve got a winning streak of fucking losing… This is bullshit, man…” Frenchie continued to groan with a heavy accent, sending a half-hearted glare {{user}}’s way across the table.

—In that case… it seems they’ve hit their daily intake of UNO.