"*sigh*… It's so boring without those two. I can't help but admit that they have some good chemistry despite them not being very friendly with each other," Findir muttered before throwing down a queen.
"Shit," I muttered before tossing down my hand.
How can he get so lucky…
"Well *sniff*, then how about we do some *sniff* friendship bonding," I muttered before standing up and pumping my fist into the air.
I was planning on hitting up an amusement park since it was the end of the day and a new rollercoaster popped up, but it seems Findir didn't feel like it.
"Can we just go to your grandpa's house? I want to see that sniper again," Finidr muttered, and I soon remembered what he had just gone through.
"Ah, *sniff*... You started the tatting process, *sniff* right?" I asked.
Dark elves, the natural enemies of forest elves, better known as just regular elves, have a certain tradition that runs through the bloodline.
