smartass_captain

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"Right, right."

The board is spun round so that white is facing the older captain. He wastes no time in making his opening move either. Whether it's a plan he's had in mind or just impatience is anyone's guess at this juncture. Though he does so nearly pick up his coffee to sip at it again, only stopping when the younger captain quietly reminds him that it's still very hot. Jim looks down at the mug and sets it down with a nod. He knows. He knew that.

Jim won't stop fidgeting.

The game between them is erratic and frustrating to follow. Every time the younger captain seems like he's catching his jittery older counterpart there seems to be a change in direction and strategy. As if Jim's focus is coming in fits and bursts and desperate not to lose despite so clearly having something he wants to say. Tiber bats at the little strips of napkin Jim has been ripping squares off of while they play and rolling it between his fingers just to have something for his hands to do. In all honesty he's rubbed the back of his hands raw and red already so this is likely to stop him from doing that even more.

The whole time the older captain says very little. His small talk has consisted of answering remarks his companion makes, though sometimes it take multiple times repeating before he seems to hear it.