Time passed inside the holding cell.
No one paced. No one worried. If anything, it felt like a sleepover gone wrong.
Except there were bars.
Nyx and Luna sat cross-legged on the floor with their hands hovering above each other.
"Ready?" Nyx asked, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Luna cracked her knuckles. "You're so going to cry."
"We'll see, stormy bestie~"
Nyx placed her palms over Luna's. "The game begins when I count to one. If I manage to pull my hands back without them getting touched, I win. If you manage to touch my hands, you win. After each round, we switch. Ready?"
This was a bit of a different version of the game played by most in the world, focused on having only one chance to strike instead of infinite.
"Ready," Luna nodded.
"Three… two-"
Nyx's hands snapped back, untouched. Luna blinked. "You didn't even count to one! I knew you were a tits for brains woman, but not to this degree!"
"I counted internally," Nyx grinned. "The score is 1-0."
