[ For some reason the sun-drenched Academy days when they had played this was far easier and that had been without any kind of telepathic messaging. They had been going off sheer instinct and luck. If she believed in any sort of fate or something akin to karma, she might wonder if the Singularity or the gods here were frowning on them for toying with the bandit like this. But having spent some time - real or fake - as a god herself, she can't imagine that anyone would fault them for this.
Whereas cheating on the other hand... ]
𝘖𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘦!
[ They're both trying not to laugh though and Hilda's lips twitch in a way that would absolutely give them away were it not for the fact that they were all blindfolded.
Now that they're on the same page the bandit really is in for a world of trouble. Much in the same way Claude swings back, so does Hilda. Her newspaper connects with a loud smack! right after Claude's connects on the bandit's arms. The sound of swearing fills the air and she lets out a sound of fake sympathy that teeters just on the edge of not being believable. ]
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Whereas cheating on the other hand... ]
𝘖𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘦!
[ They're both trying not to laugh though and Hilda's lips twitch in a way that would absolutely give them away were it not for the fact that they were all blindfolded.
Now that they're on the same page the bandit really is in for a world of trouble. Much in the same way Claude swings back, so does Hilda. Her newspaper connects with a loud smack! right after Claude's connects on the bandit's arms. The sound of swearing fills the air and she lets out a sound of fake sympathy that teeters just on the edge of not being believable. ]
Oops sorry! Did I swing too hard?