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✝ ——— If he thinks any harder, he's afraid a wrinkle will defy the rules of time and mortality and pop right at the center of his forehead if he keeps this up. Generally, he's good at masking his emotions under the guise of playfulness or stoicism, but Angelus has always been a sore loser. Which is why he seldom competes with anyone who can beat him. Losing isn't fun. Why should he put himself through that?
There's practically a growl scratching the back of his throat like an engine as he ponders, dissatisfied with every outcome that comes to mind. He leans forward, fingers curling into a fist as he brings his hand to rest under the jut of his chin, perpetually frustrated. "...This is a stupid, useless game anyway." It wasn't a stupid, useless game minutes ago, when he was winning—but it is now.
