「 Skill Point ― n/a 」

The smirk falters as the manical laughter begins. A look of concerned disgust plasters itself across the boy's face and inevitably he takes a step back, casting his gaze around himself in hopes to find an escape from this rabid child. He didn't act like this at her age did he? What a creep she was.

With the frown having returned and his eyes looking back to the weird girl, her voice breaks his running thoughts as he finally figures out a way to escape. He lost? He lost what? The look of concern is clouded by thick brows that furrow and a lifting of his lip as the disgust only grows.

Lost? they were playing a game? To lose, surely both parties needed to be aware of the game? A coldness holds onto his tone. How dare she accuse him of losing when nothing has been lost.

I don't lose. there was a bite to his tone. He wasn't here for fun and games.