[ Lestat picks his up at the same time, equally surprised by the weight or lack of it, but not quite as surprised as he is to hear that from Louis. He's been stubborn, yes, proud even now and again.. but this competitiveness and a desire to win so that he could treat him to something, in honour of their date, is so wildly fascinating and ridiculously romantic that for a moment Lestat is caught off guard-- enough that the smile on his face is of genuine happy surprise, his heart beating its wings desperately against his ribs as he looks at Louis with the eyes of a man positively sick with love.
It doesn't last all that long, however, because Lestat is just as much a competitive creature. ]
Not if I win you one first, my love. You'll have your work cut out for you.
[ He lines up his own shot, eyes trained on the larger numbers with focused attentiveness until one approaches his firing line, and he shoots-- landing easily within the boundaries of a target marked 50. ]
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It doesn't last all that long, however, because Lestat is just as much a competitive creature. ]
Not if I win you one first, my love. You'll have your work cut out for you.
[ He lines up his own shot, eyes trained on the larger numbers with focused attentiveness until one approaches his firing line, and he shoots-- landing easily within the boundaries of a target marked 50. ]