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"Elizabeth, child! You're late for chess! Come watch Marlo lose again, haha~"
"I won't lose, August… I'm only having mercy on you, old man."
"You're the old man… and a crybaby at that."
"Is Gramps Marlo losing?" — Entertained by their energetic welcome, I climbed the three steps to the front terrace where both Gramps Marlo and Gramps August played. Walking to their side to watch a game I never truly learned but liked to watch them play.
"Eli… You think I'll lose…?" — Gramps Marlo said, looking at me with cute sad eyes… to which I was weak but also mischievous.
"! N-no, of course… yes, Gramps. Sorry."
"Haha! See!? Eli knows what's good, Marlo!"
"Eli hasn't seen me at my best! Just you wait!" — Gramps Marlo declared focusing on the game while the front door opened by the owner of the house.
