Re: Ilsa, Fen & (Open?) - games 3pm
Fen huffed in response to Ilsa's criticism of her technique. How the hell could she put less strength in a fuckin' underhand toss? There was a hint of indignation - perhaps faintly in Fen's own strange way slightly playful - in the loose crossing of her arms as she stepped back, making space for Ilsa to...
"Too much strength, eh?" Fen couldn't help the shit eating grin that crossed her face. "What exactly is the point of this game anyway?" The question held a sort of good humored frustration to it.