Novel & Cerita Arguing Games

"You’re way too sensitive. I don’t even check social media much, okay?" I laughed bitterly as I typed. "If you don’t check, how come you still manage to like everyone else’s posts?" The screen showed she was still typing, but no message came through. I knew she was just buying time, trying to spin her words into something reasonable, but I saw right through it. She was doing it on purpose. A few minutes later, her reply popped up. "I didn’t realize you were that sensitive. It’s just a post. Are you really going to argue with me over something that small? I don’t have time for all this drama. Girls like you always make things complicated."

It’s not news to me anyway, I’m well aware of this fact. “Tell you what, let’s play a game. Whoever wins gets to make a demand” I said with determination and his usual sly smile took form on his lips. “Deal” Why did I feel like I just dug my own grave? He didn’t even bother to ask questions like what kind of game is it and what type of reward is acceptable. This might be to my advantage though, this means I can pick a game I’m good at and choose any reward! I should avoid games that he can easily win like the types that involve man power or even throwing of darts! I suck at that!

Rebuttal: Stability is a facade if the structure it supports is devoid of human purpose. Evidence Point B: The Adversarial Model. I argued that we were trained to view every conflict as a zero-sum game, where one party’s success was predicated on another’s destruction. Counter-Argument: It is the most effective way to protect a client’s interests. Rebuttal: It is the most effective way to ensure that conflicts never truly end, but merely change venue.

The argument escalated within seconds, two children talking over each other louder and louder while the others added increasingly unnecessary commentary. I crossed my arms and watched the chaos with poorly hidden amusement. Then Luke straightened to his full, unimpressive height and pointed sternly at the arguing pair. “The game is not over yet,” he declared in a voice so serious that it nearly made me laugh. “You are wasting time.” Both children quieted immediately and one muttered a sheepish apology while the other nodded quickly, and just like that, the quarrel vanished as though it had never happened. I blinked once before a reluctant grin tugged at my mouth. There was something absurdly

He chuckled slightly, "Yes, it was about your freedom. Let's Play isn't just a game. Games." My face brightened up. I enjoy playing games, and even if they were card games, I would easily beat him. "What types of games?”

He shrugs, “You chose the game.” I did, and all of my games have backfired against me. All two of them. But bowling is one of my strong suits, I just needed to win this, and we’ll watch something else, something where fists are flying, and there’s a definite bad guy to be defeated. I won’t sit for an hour and then some watching two people fall in love with each other. Not a chance. We played one game, a deciding factor, it was a draw after all, I won his games, he won mine.

Lee asked. I nodded. “It does. And just think, our kids are siblings and will argue all the time. I don’t want to be in the middle of two arguments all the time.” “I bet my daughter will argue better than Lee’s son,” Grayson announced. “Oh no way!” Lee protested. “My son will be a master debater. He’ll get it from me.” “But my daughter will be a smart debater, just like her mother.” I giggled. “I think they’ll be evenly matched the same way you guys are. Neither of you ever actually win an argument, you know?”

I counter “First, ungentlemanly isn’t a word and-“ I cut him off, “It is if I say it is” I don’t know why I’m trying to pick a fight so desperately. Most probably it is due to my empty stomach. I’m moody when I'm hungry. “Why do you have to argue about everything?” “I do not argue about everything,” I say, attempting to defend myself “You are literally proving my point right now. You’re arguing about not arguing” He mutters incredulously

She immediately let go of the older woman's arm and took a step back when Leah looked at her offended. "I'm so sorry I did that-but, please. D-don't smoke. It's bad for your health", Kitty said, blushing; the older woman's face softened. "I know it isn't my place to intrude in your life, but what would your family-" Leah smiled, "What they don't know won't hurt them. Besides, it's just a game." "Men aren't the only ones allowed to play, Kitty." Confused, Kitty's brows furrowed. "I don't expect you to understand," Leah sighed.

They must've assumed these arguments make sense because I was silently standing there, making it appear as if I'd been listening, and I knew I wouldn't be able to pretend I hadn't. I put my hands over my ears, but could still detect certain words. I longed to go out of the house but forced myself to remain seated still. "You don't get it!" "I hate this life!" "You children are just a burden I can't abandon!" "I told you to listen to me…" I pressed my hands harder into my ears. Trapped there, with my eyes closed, I could almost see the words as illuminated streaks floating in the air. The noise made me realize that's their only one solution that I could think of: To play a morality game, a ga