"Having to expect losing - or winning either for that matter - tends to make things not just boring, but making you stop doing your best." Elita frowned and then shrugged; it was part of the reason someone vastly better shouldn't seriously teach (and thus have to play against) someone the game without having a second beginner or near beginner.
It tended to mess with your ability to play properly later.
She grinned back at him when he looked at her that way, though, helm tilting and then she straightened up, panles flaring wider.
"I certainly would, whenever you feel like it. It was a while ago I had the chance to play against someone new." She nodded, more than pleased at the prospect, which she'd hoped would have come up since she first got to see Optimus and Prowl play against each other.
She shifted, both partly unconciously and partly very aware of his hands, in his lap as his fingers curled about her back. Elita hadn't really been distracted; she was perfectly capable of - and even somewhat preferred, especially since they hadn't gotten far - shifting track and having a conversation instead of 'facing...
Had she been a real Escort and consort, she might have been more annoyed at the distraction and lack of opportunity to perform her function, but as she wasn't...
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Such an innocently distractable mech~
Date: 2012-06-16 09:45 pm (UTC)It tended to mess with your ability to play properly later.
She grinned back at him when he looked at her that way, though, helm tilting and then she straightened up, panles flaring wider.
"I certainly would, whenever you feel like it. It was a while ago I had the chance to play against someone new." She nodded, more than pleased at the prospect, which she'd hoped would have come up since she first got to see Optimus and Prowl play against each other.
She shifted, both partly unconciously and partly very aware of his hands, in his lap as his fingers curled about her back. Elita hadn't really been distracted; she was perfectly capable of - and even somewhat preferred, especially since they hadn't gotten far - shifting track and having a conversation instead of 'facing...
Had she been a real Escort and consort, she might have been more annoyed at the distraction and lack of opportunity to perform her function, but as she wasn't...