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They suddenly leapt into action, Bob opening with X’s while Pinkie
defended with O’s. In a second it was over.
“Cat game!” Pinkie announced, tossing the used piece of paper to join the
rest of its fallen kin.
“Again,” Bob demanded, his voice empty of emotion. Pinkie nodded and
began drawing a new square.
Obviously both of them were giving it their all, but for all their similarities
there was an undercurrent of satisfaction and genuine happiness to
Pinkie’s expression, while Bob seemed only a couple of games from losing
it. Neither one of them had noticed my entrance so I coughed meaningfully,
and knocked on the door.
After that failed, I grabbed Bob with my telekinesis and gave him a rough
shake. I was given a refresher course in ancient Greek. Not the kind you’d
say in front of ancient Greek children, but at least I had his attention.
“I know you two are having a fantastic time, but I want to get some new
clothing from Rarity. And I don’t trust you enough to let you out of my sight,
Bob.” I had expected resistance, arguments, and maybe some demands for
‘just one more game’. Bob managed to surprise me, though.
The orange magic surrounding him rushed back into his skull, which
incidentally made holding him a lot easier. He seemed to deflate and the
lights in his eyes dimmed to a soft glow. “Fine,” he said with a smoldering
attitude. “But mark my words, this isn’t over.”
Pinkie beamed, oblivious to his vengeful tone. “Sure thing, Bob! Playing
with you is a ton of fun! Nopony else is even a challenge.” I held back from
laughing somehow, but Bob still fumed silently. Pinkie bounced out of the
room, leaving the sea of used pages to scatter about on the floor.
I waited until Pinkie was out of earshot to needle him. “So Bob,” I asked in
most falsely innocent tone I could manage, “what was the win-loss ratio?”
I had expected an incoherent response, something close to utter loathing,
but Bob responded in a flat, dissatisfied tone. “Seventy-four draws and