[DeApp] Goodbye, old friend.[DeApp] Goodbye, old friend. in Sketches More Like This
Rieti was sitting comfortably in a armchair, resting his head against the palm of his hand while staring intensely at the chessboard right in front of him on the table. None of the pieces had been moved and would not be moved because the old man hadn’t figured out how to actually play against himself. All the tricks and tactics that he could use against himself he would know since, well, they were his ideas and he could hear them. He had been pondering that problem for over an hour already, he had clearly lost the track of time and would not move from his spot until someone came to poke him and tell that maybe it was better for him to do something else for a change.
"Where is that old man...?"
Given that Fran was in fact, several centuries older, calling Rieti 'old man' seemed rather...ironic in a sense. Still, age can be considered a matter of behaviour and thought, and in this sense, Rieti was, to Fran, relatively 'old'. The silver-haired man finally spotte