Chapter 6: A Delicate Balance
The stranger claimed the chair opposite Lelouch. He climbed onto his seat and dropped into a crouch, with his knees drawn up to his chin, and the thumb of his right hand at the corner of his mouth.
What the hell?
Up close, Lelouch could finally see his face clearer and he silently noted the dark bags that framed the other man’s pitch dark irises. Wide black eyes set against ashen skin.
And because no one was making a move to start, Lelouch hastily drew himself back into the moment with a harsh mental slap. He needed to get a hold of himself.
“White takes the first move.”
The stranger looked up from staring at the chessboard and mumbled his response around half a mouthful of thumb. “Oh… Right. I knew that.”
