[Unlucky roommate #2 stares, eyebrows climbing nearly to the fringe of his neatly styled bangs. Then he huffs out a resigned sigh. Of course he gets put in a room with the crazy ones; it reminds him of his team back home, a little, though there was more assigning of laps and fewer knives.
Still, there's no reason to be crude. He adjusts his glasses so the light gleams off the lenses, and gives his unfortunately enthusiastic new acquaintance a pleasant smile.]
That doesn't seem a very good first move if you want to win this game.
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Still, there's no reason to be crude. He adjusts his glasses so the light gleams off the lenses, and gives his unfortunately enthusiastic new acquaintance a pleasant smile.]
That doesn't seem a very good first move if you want to win this game.