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“Bunny, Bunny, come on, please. You have to do something,” Kotetsu all but pleads as he looks down at his ten of diamonds. Also on the pile is a four of diamonds that his mother played and … the Queen of Spades that his own daughter, his own flesh and blood and light of his life had played against him.
Barnaby looks at him from across the table in his mother’s kitchen. He’s a new initiate to family game day at the Kaburagi household. You don’t last long dating one of them before you get pulled in. Hearts, for all of it’s intricacies, was the first game they had taught Barnaby, who has proven to be a fast learner.
Kotetsu hopes that his partner, his love, his darling bunny will take mercy on him. If he gets these thirteen points, he’s done for. He’ll have reached 100 points and all will be lost.
He tries to convey his love, his adoration and care into what is most likely a very pitiful expression. For extra effect, he even pouts out his lower lip.
Kaede rolls her eyes but can’t help but laugh. She had thrown the card like an assassin, uncaring for her own father. The betrayal is palpable.
Barnaby, for all of his wonderfulness, looks at him and manages to appear at least somewhat regretful.
“Sorry,” he says, laying down the six of diamonds.
The hand and the points go to Kotetsu who swipes them toward himself with a groan.
“I can’t believe this. I trusted you,” he accuses.
Barnaby shrugs. “I can’t help it. Those are the cards I was dealt.”
“And you were the one that dealt,” his mother oh-so-helpfully reminds him.
Kotetsu groans again as he tosses his next card. “Still.”
His theatrics get a round of chuckles and even the thought of losing can’t dampen the fact that he’s so completely and utterly happy, sitting here in a small kitchen surrounded by people he loves all having a good time.
On his next hand, he gets even more points in the form of two heart cards thrown by Kaede and Barnaby. He bemoans his fate once again, but is pacified by Barnaby’s foot coming to rest, warm and wonderful, against his ankle under the table.
It’s such a nice little shared moment of hidden intimacy that he goes a little dopey and doesn’t even mind the fact that he’s definitely lost the round.
Ah well, he’ll get them all when they play Monopoly next.