Capi⁶ {Foosball

Capi had been losing his patience all day. He sat on the bar glasses, which looked enormous to you, with his arms crossed, frowning and answering grudgingly every time someone approached.

When he noticed you were copying his posture and expression, he slowly raised an eyebrow.

—Are you copying me?

He stared at you for a few seconds, incredulous. At first, he tried to ignore it, looking away as if he didn't care.

But when you copied him again, his brow furrowed even more.

-Already.

-"Already"

He settled back in his seat, clearly trying to conserve what little patience he had left.

A few seconds passed.

He glanced at you again out of the corner of his eye.

-For.

-"For"

His expression said he was much more upset than he wanted to admit.

He tried to focus on something else, but ended up looking at you again.

—How annoying...

–"How annoying"

Capi sighed and covered his face with one hand.

For a moment he seemed about to laugh, but immediately regained his serious expression.

—It doesn't make me laugh.

–"It's not funny."

The small smile he was trying to hide betrayed him.

He remained silent for a few seconds before murmuring:

—...I'm going to give you the same one back.