Post by Marugou Madoka on Nov 6, 2017 18:07:40 GMT -5
"Are there any cards in here?", Madoka murmured to herself, as she began to scout the area for the afromentioned item.
Although boardgames weren't too bad in and itself, they simply didn't provide the variety that cards had. After all, a boardgame was merely designed to fullfill its purpose for that one game only - you couldn't exactly change it to fit other games. Adding to that, they consumed more space and were generally more expensive; not to mention that you couldn't exactly carry them around all the time - now that would just look plain awkward.
(Then again, you could always go for the digital variant.)
Briefly, Madoka glanced at the chess board that has been so graciously provided to them. She definitely could enjoy a game or two, but she would never become an addict to this particular sport. Although it did improve on logical capabilities, she'd much rather spend her freetime on other things that she truly enjoyed. No need to fit into all the stereotypes of detective.
Just as Madoka was about to resume her quest of finding a deck of cards, was it interrupted by the appearance of another soul in the game room. Red hair came into her vision and she instantly knew who had graced her with his presence; Utazawa Fumio. It was someone whom she'd actually heard about in the sea of unknown faces. Well, it was rather hard to not know him, given how popular his songs were. Although they weren't her favourites, she could still enjoy them in moderation.
(For a split second, she recalled her attempt at dabbing back at him, only for this chance to have slipped right through her fingers.)
Madoka resisted the temptation to dab out of the blue to make up for the previous failure and instead, waved at the boy nonchalantly:"'Sup. Came to play a game or are you just looking around?"
Although boardgames weren't too bad in and itself, they simply didn't provide the variety that cards had. After all, a boardgame was merely designed to fullfill its purpose for that one game only - you couldn't exactly change it to fit other games. Adding to that, they consumed more space and were generally more expensive; not to mention that you couldn't exactly carry them around all the time - now that would just look plain awkward.
(Then again, you could always go for the digital variant.)
Briefly, Madoka glanced at the chess board that has been so graciously provided to them. She definitely could enjoy a game or two, but she would never become an addict to this particular sport. Although it did improve on logical capabilities, she'd much rather spend her freetime on other things that she truly enjoyed. No need to fit into all the stereotypes of detective.
Just as Madoka was about to resume her quest of finding a deck of cards, was it interrupted by the appearance of another soul in the game room. Red hair came into her vision and she instantly knew who had graced her with his presence; Utazawa Fumio. It was someone whom she'd actually heard about in the sea of unknown faces. Well, it was rather hard to not know him, given how popular his songs were. Although they weren't her favourites, she could still enjoy them in moderation.
(For a split second, she recalled her attempt at dabbing back at him, only for this chance to have slipped right through her fingers.)
Madoka resisted the temptation to dab out of the blue to make up for the previous failure and instead, waved at the boy nonchalantly:"'Sup. Came to play a game or are you just looking around?"
