[ Her eyes are, of course, bright with excitement. For as much as she talks, she isn't really expecting to win— she is honestly just happy about getting the chance to test her skills against someone who is an adult. She loves playing with the children, but they can't give her an accurate measure of her skill— plus, she's the type who'll lose to them on purpose to make them feel more confident in themselves.
Which isn't to say that she minds losing. To her, every time she doesn't win, it's an opportunity to learn more about how she can improve— and coming in second place to a Fatui Harbinger doesn't seem so bad anyway.
What's surprising, then, is the fact that two rounds in, she's pulled ahead of him in points. His aim is good, but not quite as accurate as hers, it seems— or at least, that's the impression he's given her through his playing the long game. The effect is clearly visible on the young woman, an extra liveliness to her as she finishes counting up the points, hands on her hips. ]
Ah... hmmm~ Seems like you're a little bit behind, Tartaglia... Maybe we should up the stakes a little, huh?
[ Not that she has any idea right now what she might suggest; she's just getting swept up in the competitive spirit, the excitement of the fact that her score is ahead of his— yet not far enough to give her reason to believe he's holding back. ]
It just seems like if I lose from this position, you oughta get something real special, you know?
[ Anyone else might read into her words, especially with that grin on her lips. But they come from a genuine place, something playful and fun and just that little bit over-confident. ]
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Which isn't to say that she minds losing. To her, every time she doesn't win, it's an opportunity to learn more about how she can improve— and coming in second place to a Fatui Harbinger doesn't seem so bad anyway.
What's surprising, then, is the fact that two rounds in, she's pulled ahead of him in points. His aim is good, but not quite as accurate as hers, it seems— or at least, that's the impression he's given her through his playing the long game. The effect is clearly visible on the young woman, an extra liveliness to her as she finishes counting up the points, hands on her hips. ]
Ah... hmmm~ Seems like you're a little bit behind, Tartaglia... Maybe we should up the stakes a little, huh?
[ Not that she has any idea right now what she might suggest; she's just getting swept up in the competitive spirit, the excitement of the fact that her score is ahead of his— yet not far enough to give her reason to believe he's holding back. ]
It just seems like if I lose from this position, you oughta get something real special, you know?
[ Anyone else might read into her words, especially with that grin on her lips. But they come from a genuine place, something playful and fun and just that little bit over-confident. ]