Im Not Sorry

Chopsticks

Sneeg's pov

"Hey, Frank?"

'Yes, Sneeg?'

"Do you know how to play chopsticks?"

'I don't think so, explain it to me.'

"Sure thing, it's a two player game that taught me how to count. You start with two fingers each, and the goal is to get the other player's hands to 5."

'So you tap the other player's hand and it adds another finger until you reach 5?' Frank asks.

"Yeah, and when you gain another finger you now add however many fingers you have on that hand. There's other rules like if you have one hand knocked out, and more than one finger on the other hand, you can spend your turn and split the finger's number."

'What if it's more than the number 5?'

"Hmm, let's just count it as out for simplicity."

'If you could assist me, I would love to play with you, Sneeg.'

"Sure, I'll let you go first."

Frank puts his fingers out with my assistance and I add a finger to one of my hands as that's the only move he could take.

"Now I'll put two fingers to one of yours!"

Bringing two of his fingers up, he calls out, 'I'll take down your your hand with two, then.'

"Aww, c'mon."

I closed my fist as to show it's gone, and tap Frank's 3 to make it 4.

'Are you letting me win, Sneeg?' Frank asks.

Eh?

Oh.

I really just.

'I suppose I win.' Frank chuckles.

"Shut up, I declare a rematch."

And that was how the day was spent, Sneeg constantly loosing, and Frank constantly winning.