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[center][fancypost=background: transparent; font-size: 10px; width: 500px; margin-top: -6px;][align=justify]His slip-up was something Hana hadn't even noticed, rather assuming that she had failed to correctly understand what Aleksei was asking. Korean was her first language, but the English course was unbelievably brutal. The entrance exam had English words that Hana had never ran into after coming to the United States, phrased in a way that put Shakespeare to shame- at least, now that Hana had to dissect his work, it seemed to pale in comparison. The brunette hummed in both amusement and acknowledgement as Aleksei was quick to fill the silence, pulling a hand away to tuck loose hair behind her ear. Aleksei was rather satisfying to listen to, his light accent certainly Eastern but not quite Asian- no, he wasn't struggling to round out his vowels. In comparison, Hana's accent was much more prevalent. Unlike the Russki, however, Hana didn't consciously make an effort to improve her English: she was fluent enough to comfortably host conversations without having her words lost in her accent. Distracted by a failed attempt to identify Aleksei's dialect, Hana nearly missed his questions, blinking as she quickly corrected her wandering gaze and offered a shallow smile. Gaming, right. She'd have plenty of time to ask about where he was from as well as fawn over her own home country when she convinced him to sign up. Assuming he'd actually sign up in the first place: but with the interest Aleksei had, Hana doubted he'd be difficult to convince.
"Ah, right," Hana answered inattentively, giving a dismissive wave of her free hand before entwining her fingers together once more. This time Hana kept her posture more upright, lips pressing together into a thin line as she considered answers. It wasn't that his questions were particularly difficult for her, but rather that Hana was having a hard time figuring out how to tailor her response to appeal to Aleksei. He didn't seem like the type to expect a lot of social gatherings, but beyond that, he was incredibly difficult to gauge. "I mean, of course we meet." What sort of club would they be otherwise? Even outside of discussing strategies and schedules, it was nice to get to know one's teammates before being expected to synchronize with them in-game. Almost anyone that had any sort of experience with competitive gaming knew the massive headache of having to handle teammates that did not get along: knowing that before any sort of serious game was nice. "We don't really make events ourselves, but we participate in plenty. I know our League teams participate in Starleague and AVGL." Hana paused, eyebrows furrowing in thought before she continued. She couldn't exactly recall what tournaments the Smash teams were in, seeing that she didn't follow them nearly as closely. "We did a charity stream not too long ago for Extra Life in collaboration with some other collegiate teams- it was more successful than we thought it would be." Hana wasn't entirely sure whether or not she was qualified to share numbers- were they even of public knowledge?- so she decided to skip the details entirely. "We scrim with other collegiate teams, as well as freelance teams, once or twice a week." Not everybody's schedule was as flexible as hers: being a cinematography major wasn't as demanding as she was expecting. Others could hardly find the time to breathe between courses. "We have internal scrims every now and then, as well, to find weaknesses." Saying they did it to find the weak link was a bit harsh, but that was essentially what the practice was for. Knowing who needed to improve on what was essential, especially with their flex players.
Aleksei's smirk was encouraging, her own lips curling into a coy smile as her gaze slid off of the Junior to briefly investigate the older man stationed next to her. He was absorbed in a conversation initiated by a new student that approached, having long since tuned Hana out. Her attention turned back toward Aleksei, raising an eyebrow with faux disdain at his remark. Hana's weight shifted forward as she leaned further onto the table, index fingers unraveling to rest her head on the tip of her fingers. "Don't assume we don't know how to have fun," Hana warned in a light tone, giving a quick raise of her eyebrows. "Although, our definitions of 'fun' might vary."