"HOW DID YOU DO THAT!?" Foxly demanded, he was staring at the make-shift checkers board, a game which he just lost terribly.

"What can I say, I'm lucky!" the Thief laughed victoriously, she picked up the gold coins Foxly bet on the game and placed them in her sachel.

"I demanded a rematch!" Foxly exclaimed placing a handful of gold coins on the table.

"Sure!" she accepted his challenge with a smile, after setting the board she beat him in about twelve moves.

"..."

"..."

"What the hell..." Foxly looked at the board.

The Thief crossed her arms.

"Hmph! While John may be good at video games, nobody can beat me in a real game!" she exclaimed.

"ALRIGHT! I DEMAND A REMATCH!" Foxly exclaimed.

"I probably shouldn't rob him..."

Foxly placed a small pouch of gold on the table.

"DEAL!" exclaimed the Thief.

Again, they set the board

"You can go first!" she exclaimed.

"Don't underestimate my luck when it comes to money!" Foxly said with a forced smile.

Foxly moved his piece.

The Thief moved one.

This lasted a few more turns without any piece being lost.

"Looks like I finally got her!" Foxly thought.

That's when the Thief moved a piece over four of Foxly's pieces, taking them before reaching the end of the board and knighting her piece.

Foxly's gaze stayed fixated on his loss for a solid ten seconds before slowly looking up to the Thief who smiled innocently.

"She's the fucking witch of gambling..." Foxly thought.

After losing the game Foxly rummaged through his pocket feeling a few coins still left.

"Heh, you know what they say about beginners luck!" Foxly laughed.

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"Of course," the Thief nodded.

Foxly breathed a sigh.

"Alright, how about chess?" he offered.

"Sure!"

Foxly used paper cut-outs of the pieces instead of actual chess pieces since he didn't want to delay the game.

"Ready?!" he said excitedly.

"Yup!"

Foxly lost horribly.

"What the hell!? I used to be so good at chess!" Foxly cried grabbing his head in frustration.

The Thief patted his shoulder.

"There, there, like I said, I'm just lucky!" she assured him.

Foxly looked her in the eyes.

"Alright, Let's try poker!" he exclaimed, he placed his remaining coins on the table.

"...mmm ...I dunno ...I don't want to bankrupt you," she replied, genuinely concerned for Foxly's financial health.

Foxly's forced smile became even more fake as his brow began to twitch.

"Oh! Come one! How can you be so certain you'll win!" he said through gritted teeth.

"...fine... I'll play one last game against you..." she relented.

"ALRIGHT! WE'LL PLAY A SIMPLE GAME OF CHANCE!" Foxly exclaimed.

"Wouldn't a game of skill be better since I'm so lucky?" she asked.

"I DON'T NEED A CRUTCH!" Foxly exclaimed.

"Alright, alright!" the Thief laughed.

"We're playing rock paper scissors..." Foxly finally said.

"Kay!" the Thief extended her hand.

Foxly inspected it for any suspicious non-hand activity.

"Alright..." he said suspiciously.

"I'm starting to feel bad for him... I might as well throw the game," she thought.

"I'm going to play rock!" Foxly announced.

"Eh?!"

"DUDE! I'M TRYING TO LET YOU WIN! STOP PLAYING MIND GAMES!" she thought.

Foxly's expression was desperate.

"Alright... think... think... channel your inner S*ra and or Sh*ro... if he plays rock, then I'm better off playing paper, thus I should play scissors..." she thought.

"And if he doesn't he could either play paper or scissors..."

"He expects me to counter rock with paper, so he will go with scissors..."

"So I should go paper..." she thought.

Foxly pulled his fist back.

"Rock..."

"Paper..."

"Scissors!"

Foxly played rock and the Thief played paper.

"..."

"..."

"NO! HOW DID YOU CATCH MY BLUFF!?" he demanded.

"I FUCKING DIDN'T!" she cried internally.

"Look! How about we call it even!" she offered,

"The game was fun so you can have the gold back!" she explained.

"Tch! I don't need your pity!" he said crossing his arms.

He stomped off into the base and returned moments later with more gold.

"I CHALLENGE YOU AGAIN!" Foxly exclaimed.

"..."

"I'd rather not..." the Thief said trying to avoid any more conflict.

"What's wrong?! Afraid of losing all that gold?!" he asked with a smugness you wouldn't expect of someone who lost that many games in a row.

"..."

"..."

"Ok, I accept," the Thief relented.

"Let's play a simple game, how about Simon-says?" she offered.

Foxly nodded.

"Ok, you go first!" the Thief gestured towards Foxly.

"...ok..." he said suspiciously.

"If I was determined, I could say he lost already, since I didn't say 'Simon-says you can go first...'" she thought.

"Simone says, lose..." Foxly said with a dead-serious expression.

"..."

"..."

"How do I lose?" she asked.

"YoU dOn'T kNoW?! GuEsS yOu... lost..." Foxly breathed a sight of realisation as he realised she won by losing.

"..." The thief was smiling awkwardly.

"Jump three times," the Thief exclaimed.

Without fail, Foxly leap from the bench and jumped three times.

"Tch, easy!" he said with a wide smile.

"..."

"I never... said Simon-says..." the Thief said pinching the bridge of her nose.

"..."

Foxly's expression grew dark as he looked down to his feet.

"I fell for her trap!"

That was when he got the idea.

He jumped one more time.

"There, I jumped four times, and thus disobeyed Simon!" Foxly asserted.

"...sure... whatever..." the Thief shrugged.

It was Foxly's turn.

"Surrender!" Foxly exclaimed.

"..."

"..."

The Thief did nothing other than look at Foxly with her blank expression.

"DAMN, SHE'S GOOD!" he thought.

"Simon-said jump four times," said the Thief putting heavy emphasis on the word said.

Foxly's eyes narrowed as he looked the Thief in the eyes.

He performed four quick jumps.

"...you're out..." she sighed in defeat.

"How so?" he asked.

"I said Simon-said, past tense..." she sighed.

"Yeah, and I jumped four times for the last one, remember?" Foxly reminded her, he crossed his arms.

"Finally, I out-smarted her!"

"That is absolutely not how the rules of this game work..." she said wryly.

"HAH! LOOKS LIKE WE HAVE A SORE LOSER!" he forced a loud laugh.

"...you know what... fine..." she handed him the sack of gold before using shining-step to get away.