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Diamant, by all means, is a man of might; one might even speak of him, behind his back, as though he is a stalwart wall of strategy and strength alike. He is no fool, and yet he certainly thought so at the moment.
He moves the pawn from D3 to D4—and, as he watches in quiet and agonizing scrutiny, the space in F3 wherein he put the knight moments ago is now empty; with that, Alfred side-eyes him, his usual cheerful, goofy grin wider than natural.
"...Prince Alfred?"
Something was poking out of the Firenian prince's cheek.
He swallows, thickly, and stifles a giggle. "Ahaha—whatcha up to, Prince Diamant?"
His gaze burrows straight into the other crown prince's eyes as Diamant repositions himself so that their foreheads nearly touch—he is trying to stare him down, of course, with as much friendliness as he can, having not slept for approximately four days and having lost complete and utter control of his actions—as he continues the incessant eye contact. A stray drop of sweat drips down Alfred's face, pitter-pattering down onto the chess-board.
"Ah... Hehe..." The bleak green of nervous gaze softens, and he attempts to adjust himself back in his seat so as to halt the vaguely intimidating encounter at once. "You'd like to continue, Prince Diamant?"
Alfred beats him.
"Alfred?" Céline knocks on the Divine Dragon's door—forgive her intrusion, of course, but she has heard her brother was in there; all she could hope for is her brother's well-being. In the blink of an eye, the Divine One themself pushes the doors open, revealing the sight of her brother, thankfully from behind, puking into a little bucket. The Divine One runs back up to him so as to caress his back.
"Alfred, I've been looking for you this entire morning! Are you—oh for Queen Lumera's sake are those goddamned chess pieces?"