You wish to see my patience crack before I can win, do you? [Eridanus smiles over the board at Lucius, sharp and satisfied with the turn of events.

Regardless of the way that toe-claw shivers pleasant sensation through his skin, there is only one thing that can truly focus Eridanus' mind—and that's a challenge. Pride births competitive nature after all, and he is much too used to winning to let the coy cat he plays with best him in such a disgraceful way.

Eridanus' gaze drops to the board, and focus wrinkles his brow. As he contemplates his next move, his tongue drags idly over his upper lip, only to be pinched at the corner of his mouth as he finally chooses the piece to set forward. Once he's made sure of his move, he removes his clawed fingers from the piece and raises his gaze back towards Lucius.]

This is rather nostalgic, actually. I don't have many good memories of my father, but I am at least thankful he introduced me to fethesi.