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[When he gets there, he'll see Kaine waiting for him - along with an impressive spread of charcuterie laid out. Fancy cheeses, smoked meat, some sliced apple and pear and jellies to be eaten on a selection of crackers. Plus some grapes to snack on/decoration.

Kaine looks, somewhat nervous? And bashful about the effort. Not to mention, wearing a long, tailored coat he definitely didn't own before. HE'S DRESSED UP NICE. SOMEONE'S TRYING TO MAKE THIS SPECIAL]

Hey......

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[ Because Kaine was adorably direct in asking for what he wanted, he's being rewarded with a ponytail boyfriend (temporary). ]

You've been working hard, haven't you?

[PONYTAIL!!! All this was worth it]

Well, I had to make a decent showing on purpose this time.

[ Lotor turns to place the chessboard onto a nearby surface before looking back at Kaine's efforts. ]

Decent? Oh, it's far beyond that.

Good. I spent a long time picking cheeses.

[Leans in and kissu. First taste]

[ he's deciding that whatever cheese he's had is now his favourite cheese. thanks kissy. ]

That and you look quite dashing, don't you?

I think Vil felt sorry for how dismal I looked.

[A keen ear may note that this is not the entire truth. Not hiding anything sinister - out of embarrassment, if anything]

[ ...hm.

takes his hand. ]

[...?

He blinks, before blushing lightly. Half mumbles,]

You look— lovely.

Thank you, lover. But I do believe you've won the evening already.

[ come sit. ]

For now.

There’s still time for my army to be decimated.

[Gonna sneak a bite of salami as the board gets set]

[ he's pointing the white pieces side of the board at Kaine.

:)

and NOW he's setting up a cracker snackie. ]

Yeah, yeah...

[PAWNS??? Which of you poor fucks get to advance.

Randomly: this one]

[ this is such a nice date already AND he's being fed... he doesn't want to ruin it by bringing down swift hellfire upon Kaine's poor army. maybe he should let him wi... get close to winning? hmm.

for now he will just play.

bravely.

with a horsie out in the open now. ]

You know...

[Please. The gears in his brain are giving off smoke from thinking this hard about tiny game pieces.

Double horse!!! (stacks some fruit, cheese and meat on his cracker)]

Mmn?

[ moves pawn into murder-able range. ]

They say this place is a manifestation of dreams, but sometimes the emotions I experience here feel more realistic than they ever have before.

If you'd asked me ages ago what true happiness and love would have felt like, only parts of my answer would have been correct.

[:O I could kill this pawn

But... what if it’s a trick. What if

????????????????]

Well... You sure that’s not because you didn’t have real examples of happiness and love t’go off of?

[ he has maybe one move he could make in a turn to retaliate if you were to kill the pawn. but just one... ]

It must be. I had dreamed of this sort of thing, but it really does not compare.

[ okay he didn't exactly dream about playing chess, eating cute little Earth foods, with a soft human spider, in prison, but HOW could he have POSSIBLY imagined that. ]

[He does not trust this easy pawn. Going to try something reckless instead. Thrust his bishop deep in enemy territory]

No, it doesn’t. The real thing always feels... so much more vivid.

Even my memories of Peter’s joys aren’t the same, though they’ve always loomed in my mind.

[ he's so charmed. gonna meet your bishop with my knight in brutal battle in one turn now. ]

It makes sense, in the end.

These feelings are ours now.

[He pauses at that - struck by the simplicity of it, but also the elegant truth.

He also pauses because dammit. Stupid dead bishop.]

...Yeah. Not some outcome pushed onto us.

[ I will treat this dead bishop with all the love and respect I have for you baby ]

I despise being caged here, I truly do. But it has allowed me to gain so much of my own, as well.

[After all that, he gives up on complicated thinking and just goes for taking that pawn anyway]

Prison was always good for... private contemplation, personally. It was always other people I couldn't stand in the clink.

I've read some literature from writers in prison. Escapes of imagination and soul searching.

[ pawn... won fairly.

starts setting up a different elaborate trap though. on the other half of the board. ]

I'm starting to see where it comes from.

[ ... ]

Soul searching gets quite literal, here...

It's a bit on the nose, huh.

[He smiles a little, despite himself. Continues to push aggressively into black's territory]

Still, finding the love of your life in prison can't be common. I'd say downright miraculous.

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